Repetition

The loveliness of starting over had warn off. Life returned to being somewhat boring, just the same few tasks over and over. It seemed that no matter what I tried to do, everything had a fog of boredom around it. t

I still played D&D with the group, and Honey and I still walked the dogs, on days that were not as cold. The few sparks I had felt with them had stayed, but unlike what I had felt with Smith, they never grew. At some point, everything in my life became stagnant.

This seemed to show within my writing. The stories came out as normal, and everything was still going as planned, but the joy had warn out. I had tried to spice anything up, from writing at the bakery, or even at Scott's shop, while talking to them. But nothing seemed to help.

So, in a stroke of seemingly idiocy, I asked Honey to move in with me.

The tiny apartment they shared with Scott was far too cramped for two people, and two pets. I had room for her, and the change would help my creativity. Or, at least I hoped it would.

The first week went relativity the same as it had been, but everyday was a sleepover. Then one small item came into our shared home. Honey brought a bottle of wine, and Chinese take out. We shared laughs, and since it was just the two of us, we grew closer than before.

After that, everything changed. The spark grew, and my creativity returned.