Weekly thought & writing update.
I have done a little work on a short story this week, but my time has been taken completely with assignments, unfortunately. Fingers crossed after next week the workload should evaporate!
I was hoping to enter a short story contest this month, but the deadline is looming and my story is not ready. The frustrating thing is that I have had some spare time, and I could have squeezed some writing in – if only my mood would have let me. Now I’ve fallen out of the habit of writing regularly, its proving difficult to start again.
Time. It passes so quickly, and yet so fast at the same time. When I want to hold onto days, onto moments, they are gone before I know. But when I want to get past a moment, it seems to drag. I’m sure I’m not the only one who experiences this. I’m pretty sure it’s a common thing.
It feels like so much of my life stood still, despite time passing faster than I could understand. And now my life feels like it’s moving, I want to breathe in every moment so deeply, and yet it still flows through my fingers like water. I can’t grasp it, can’t hold it still.
It is the ultimate aspect of life we cannot control. I try to take in every moment as much as I can, but it’s never enough. It can’t be.