It's odd, but ever since I started studying for the Diploma in Publishing, I have written very little. Fiction, blog posts, emails, diary entries . . . they have all suffered. Yet lethargy is not the cause. I have been quite diligent this year in getting my course work done (especially in contrast to my study habits at Uni).
Publishing is another form of creative output for me. It takes the place of writing in that it satiates that need I have to make things, to produce some quantifiable output of my labours.
Is this a good thing? For such a long time, I have longed to better my writing, but now I am putting that dream on hold to help other people's writing find its way into the world. How can I consider that undesirable? I don't think I can.
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