porkyandthemob

Burnout; it’s what I have in this very moment. My writing has gone off the deep end – it’s no secret, I know. It’s become very lame, very blaw blaw. I admit it. I skipped yesterday because “I was too tired.” Too tired? I hate that excuse. Every time I hear someone say that, “I’m too tired,” I want to slap them. Too tired? Are you kidding me? Just get off your butt and let’s go! What’s the trouble, too tired, boo hoo. On the double, GO! “You can sleep when you’re dead.” That’s when I slapped myself figuratively speaking this evening and started to write. Sometimes you just need a good slap in the face.