There are days when all I want to do is lie in bed and stream films until sundown. It’s not necessarily because I feel blue, just unmotivated, or – why not admit it? – just plain lazy. I’m just not feeling inspired. Of course I always have the choice of not writing, but experience has taught me that not writing ultimately feels worse than actually writing, just like I know that if I eat a whole tub of ice cream, I’ll regret it by the time the spoon scrapes the bottom of the carton. On days like those, I pretend writing is like an exercise routine. Exercise has taught me a lot about writing. After all, they have a lot in common.
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