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~I'm starting to get the feeling that I've had so many failures, so many disappointments, so many losses that I am no longer able to muster the Will to keep going as an Artist. Once upon a time a fire burned in my belly and I would grind out page after page. But I had Hope For The Future back then. Most days, that fire seems to be extinguished and that hope feels dead.
This is not some sort of back handed suicide note. I don't really have the Passion for that either. I have become too dull for such an act.
I have been thinking about this for days now. Only this morning have I found the energy and focus to put this on paper. The Novel has been more or less laying doggo the past few days. My recent outbursts notwithstanding, The Explanation is utterly dead in the water. The idea of The Temple seems further away than ever. And I feel numb most of the time....
...I don't know what else to say.
This is not some sort of back handed suicide note. I don't really have the Passion for that either. I have become too dull for such an act.
I have been thinking about this for days now. Only this morning have I found the energy and focus to put this on paper. The Novel has been more or less laying doggo the past few days. My recent outbursts notwithstanding, The Explanation is utterly dead in the water. The idea of The Temple seems further away than ever. And I feel numb most of the time....
...I don't know what else to say.
