And also a lack of drive, I suppose?
I’d love to write more. But that love isn’t strong enough to push me to take the time and expend the effort needed to put down something readable, even if it’s off the top of my head. And of course there’s also the lack of inspiration. So instead of planning to write and starting early, I come in late in the day and go “well, not time for anything good, let’s just slam some bullshit down again.”
It’s the same reason I don’t write longer pieces, they take so much time. Sure, I could spread the whole process out over days, but experience has taught me it’s even more difficult to keep it coherent with that approach. Maybe, just maybe that’s inherent to long posts themselves, not your method of writing them, but they’re “too hard” either way, so I just don’t.
There’s other things I’d rather spend large chunks of my time on. Is that okay? Am I allowed to sacrifice some hobbies for the sake of others? Of course I am. But that doesn’t make me feel any less bad about it. I had a good thing going once. Even if the results weren’t stellar, they were still there. Now, nothing.
I need to think up some cool gimmicks and just slap some short stories together again. Or maybe just, you know, steal cool gimmicks.