I stopped writing for leisure around the six-month mark in the Ministry. Writing being the source of my woes at work, it slowly became hard, maybe even traumatic, to write outside. Worse, I started to lose control – when I finally decided to divorce the shit I wrote at work from what I really wanted to write, I found that I lacked the fortitude to prevent the sloppiness of the former from seeping into the latter.
So I stopped; that was the easy way out. But now that I’ve decided to quit the job, I’ve to pick this up again. I think about the days when I wrote as a way to figure out what on earth I thought about the shit that happened all around, and as a form of catharsis. I hope these functions will return soon.