Due to some family things, I haven’t had any time to write recently. I mean not even 5 quiet minutes on the train. Well, there were many tram and train trips, but I was too exhausted and stressed to do anything more than stare out the window.
I think I can confidently say that it’s over a decade since I’ve gone a week with literally no stories in my head or flowing from my finger tips. Of course I didn’t notice because I was simply too busy and ragged, but as things have calmed down the small, purple writing daemon has begun to assert himself once more.
I’ve often wondered what it would take to shut him up for an extended period – normally even when he’s quiet he sits there mumbling to himself – but if being that distracted and exhausted is the answer, then to be honest I am quite happy for my daemon to stay right where he is!