Did anyone get the number of the truck that ran over me?

Or to be more exact over my schedule and my work habits?

And now I’m trying to work, and having trouble even staying sitting down.

I won’t lie, this is a difficult job. it always was. I mean, it’s easy to do this for a hobby. You write when you are inspired, or feel like. But as a job, cudgeling your brain to write while you’re worried for real things and over real things in your life, it’s not easy.

It’s considerably easier when you get in an habit: when I’m here. When I sit down. When it’s 12 o’clock (or whenever). When it’s this day of the week.

And at my best, I can get up and work eight to five easily enough.

But I fell off the horse. I’m going to have to get back on. This happens every few years, to be honest.

And it’s hard. It’s really hard. And it’s not getting easier as I get older.

I’m here to tell you there’s no work around. You still have to get back on that horse.

And the sooner the better.

Now I think I’ll take my medicine.