Sometimes, I’ll publish just for the sake of it. The right idea can spark a few paragraphs of interest. Really, it often comes down to motivation. As I've stated before, it's rarely a lack of ideas that leads to me not writing. It's usually a mixture of apathy from within myself and the world at large, as well as some hindrance in being coherent.
Yes, my coherency is at times fleeting. There are stresses, yes, but that is not all of it. My passion for the written word ebbs and flows for reasons that are governed mostly by my unconscious. It's funny that sometimes the more mixed up I get, the more the need to write, even if the result is garbage. It's sort of like I need a writers tune-up or something
As I write these words, I don’t really know where they are going to lead us. I really do let my subconscious do a lot of the thinking for me. The unconscious sometimes gets in the way and causes a breakdown in logic or structure. I can often pull it back together, but all too often it's a lost cause. Ah, well, the exercise is worth some frustration.
~ Phoenix <3