I’ve previously written about writer’s block, as most authors have, but I’ve been fortunate enough that I’ve never had to fight through a crippling case of it. I’ve certainly had periods where my writing habits come to a standstill and I’m not sure how or when to get back to it, but so far it hasn’t been from a lack of ideas.
Alas, that’s where I find myself again. I have enough ideas to keep me busy writing for the next decade, but I definitely don’t seem to have the energy or motivation to actually do the writing. It’s not even an inspiration issue. That part even seems to be there in abundance right now. No, I just simply can’t force myself to sit down and be creative.
This year has taken its toll on everybody, for sure. I’m no exception to that. My day job has been brutal, leaving me mentally drained at the end of the day. I’ve had more of a focus on my physical health the past couple months and have been redeveloping my habit of working out in the evening, leaving me physically worn out with no energy to spare. With that being the reality, there’s nothing left in the emotional well for me to draw from in order to create something with substance from scratch. I have so many ideas, and so much inspiration, and such a desire to write. I just wish I could find the energy and motivation to make it happen.
So that’s where I am. Stuck. And it sucks and I hate it, but I just can’t seem to do anything about it right now. I long for the day that my brain forces me to sit down at my computer and write feverishly until I’ve cranked out for thousand words. Then the next day, another three thousand flows like nothing. A couple good writing sprints would cure a lot, I just need to do it. Sometime. Somehow. Someway.
Thank you, that is all.