premise: I think that before my life revolved around books and writing . Then I hit the real world and now with a job and classes ... I just do n't have the energy to use my imagination . I still miss it though . I do n't want to be a professional ( not that I could ) , but I did really enjoy it . Why do n't I have the energy to use my imagination to write anymore ?
hypothesis: I had to get two jobs and work constantly , so I am busy all the time .