when dreaming ends.

[valkryor]

I'm so very tempted to give up writing completely. Go work in a factory somewhere and just give it up. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy doing it and I would love nothing more than to eke a meager existence out of it, but right now that doesn't seem very practical.

The baby takes a lot out of me. So much that it feels like there's nothing left...no motivation, no drive, no creativity...nothing.

It looks like it's back to the phones when MatLeave is done. Oh well. It was a nice dream.

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[twilightrabbit.livejournal.com]

I stopped writing for several months last year and it was a damn good sign their was something psychologically wrong with me. Not one scrap of paper, not one poem, just infrequent rants.
I understand you're drained by the loud, little one; and a break from it is okay. Don't give up on the dream, that's what makes us human. If you give up on it, you'll become a machine. I fear the day that a good soul like yours is lost to the darkness of permanent writer's block.
Months, years, they're okay and relatively short when you look at a lifetime. Take the break you need to.
But don't give up. You know you'll miss it, you miss it already.
And I'll wait, however long it takes, to read your next piece.