Story number 49. That will be known as my final story in my “a story a day” challenge for 2015. In hindsight, it was a ridiculous, stupid challenge; I have a demanding full time job, a relationship and I’ve recently started following a tough gym regime.
I’m not going to lie, some days I’ve thoroughly enjoyed writing what the cubes inspire. Other days, like this last two weeks, for example have been a real struggle. I’m still trying to play catch-up with the four days I missed when I was ill a few weeks ago.
I have not picked up a book to read this year. We’re coming into March, that’s two full months of avoiding my favourite past-time. I also have not played a video game in… I have no idea how long.
I feel that the quality of my writing has waved up and down, never consistent and I’m almost entirely convinced that my mood is to blame for this. But most importantly, I do not see this as an external failure, more of a personal, internal ‘let down’.
I may pick this back at a more sparse rate later in the year. I may. Who know’s what the future holds? My immediate future feature a lot of sleep. Good night.