Sometimes I beat myself up just a little bit that I have slacked on writing. And sometimes I forgive myself because I am a busy girl. And other times I realize that I just don’t have any inspiration for writing and that is when I get sad. At heart, I am a words person. I love words. Love. Them. And being a words person means I must always be reading or writing something. I mean always. Whatever I am doing, I am either reading or writing. Even when I’m driving. Every sign that passes by, I read. I can give you directions somewhere based on the signs you will pass along the way. If I hear something I like during the day, I write it down. I have pieces of paper stashed everywhere and most times I have no idea what happens to them. Little scraps of sentences clutter my wallet, purse, and bag I use for work. So that is why it makes me sad when I lack any writing inspiration and saddens even more when someone thinks my writing is taking away from my job. It makes me not want to write anymore when I hear or think that someone believes I am writing rather than working. As much as I would love to get paid to read and/or write, I don’t. I get paid to sell. So sell is what I spend most of the time doing, and truth be told I think it is part of the reason I lack writing inspiration. When I was writing regularly I would do most of my writing in one day and then schedule the posts to go live throughout the week. Or I would write a post the night before and schedule it to post the next day. So while I was out meeting with professors and navigating college campuses, my posts were going live and updates were appearing on Facebook and Twitter without me doing a thing. So please, friends, don’t think that I am slacking on my job… I’m just slacking on my writing.