writing, words, thoughts on paper and screen, and losing it, the desire, the drive, the will and effort, taken, the well gone dry, the muse gone away, like pulling teeth, chores, housework, a job. and hobbies should not be jobs when you don't get paid, but do the work like a job, and the joy, the energy, the emotion from it, the spiritual satisfaction, psychological resonance, the ability and desire, the self reflection, the introspection, and at some point too much, or too little, or not enough. the path becomes too worn, too well traveled, the direction, the footstep, maybe the path a trail, the trail a road, the road a highway, and then an intrastate, with triple digit bypasses around cities, not through them, not on local roads, countryside, missing the details. keep trying, if only not to forget the words, to lose practice, to keep going, at least for more.