mcsweeney

I have such a tendency to get wrapped up in the daily activities that i lose track of myself. Days and days of being wrapped up in work and focused on making it to the next thing that has to be done, that I lose track of me. I'm realizing that I miss writing. I spend all day working on writing and textual analysis but I'm not actually writing anything of my own any more and it frustrates me. I used to have a intimate love affair with my words. There was passion. There was suspense and a closeness that was too much for the words themselves to express. We've been reduced to a bland working relationship. How do you put the spark back into that kind of relationship? How do you turn the heat back up?