I realize that when I have a lot of time that I can sit and read computer stuff for hours. Then I hit a wall. And I realize that when I hit that wall it's time to do my own writing.
Or even before I hit the wall. Or before I read other people's work.
I got out one of my many journals the other night and started writing again. Not typing, writing. I'm reading a book called Feeling Good, which is excellent, and doing some of the exercises in my journal. It feels good to write again.
On a completely different note. For anyone interested in photography I highly recommend Joan Allen Photos, just got turned on to her blog and twitter, and Lecia W. Phinney, who I've been reading for a while and she is my very favorite. Different styles, different lives, different photos, both excellent.