I Am Tired

And I spent a month without writing

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I guess it would make more sense to say I went a month without writing specifically for publishing, but even the other stuff I write had to take a little pause — forced, of course.

You see, I’ve been writing for the better part of the past two decades. And when I say writing, I mean, publishing stuff constantly, in different platforms, under different names, for different niches, and in different languages. I’ve been clicking-and-clacking away on my keyboard for so long, many of the stickers with the letters have worn off — and this is like the third, or fourth keyboard I’ve had.

It’s interesting to note that my “A” is suffering so much I can barely see it now. I guess it’s mostly because I use my middle finger to press the key, and since I have big hands, the nail of my middle finger ends up scraping over the letter, something which I never really noticed before, but when you have time to start analyzing things…

You end up finding all the symptoms for your madness. Or self-diagnosing something terrible about yourself.

Rounding back to my break.

I took many before, and never felt bad about doing it. It just never seemed like a reason enough to talk to other people about it. Even now, as I type all of this, there’s this voice at the back…