The desire to do things

After months of lethargy, I'm finally going back to my former habits: reading (fan)fiction, not because I'm bored, but because I miss it and want to be immersed in stories again; feeling inspiration come for drawing and fanfiction ideas; listening to podcasts on circus, ancient history or famous political figures (historical figures such as Hammurabi, Gengis Khan, Darius the Great, Wu Zetian, that kind of people).

Last semester, my subjects fusioned with my personal interests. It's not a bad thing in itself as I'm thriving in my classes, since what I'm studying did originate from personal research, but the issue was that it became the entirety of my intellectual life. I did read bits of fiction here and there to give my mind an impression it wasn't caged. And for over half a year, I had lost the flame to write. I did update prompt fics and finished those stories, yet it wasn't as timely and I wasn't as inspired as I wished to. I'm glad I participated to tolkienshortfanworks ' monthly prompts: it gave me the push to at least write something.

I have two Tolkien crack fics I haven't updated in a year to tackle. I wasn't fond of the taste it left in my mouth to know I had been putting them aside for so long, yet I dreaded the feeling of writing being a homework more.

If you have a similar story to share, go ahead and let loose in the comment section, I'm curious to know (or if your experience is rather opposite to mine, please share as well if you wish to).