Anyone who has ever put pen to paper, or finger to keyboard will understand my predicament. We want to tell a story, I daresay we NEED to. Such is the maelstrom of feeling that we can't eat, can't sleep unless we offload. But what happens when we literally block ourselves? I have now read countless novels and biographies in preparation for my next project, my Pinterest is full of inspirational images to lure me towards the words I need to use yet somehow I am in a state of inertia. You would think I'd be full of glee considering what lies ahead, and whilst I am excited, I fear that I don't have what it takes. That the words will not come, and that somehow I am not good enough to capitalise on what lies ahead.
Probably doesn't help that I'm easily distracted. YouTube, PrimeWire, Pinterest. Oh my cats want attention, let's focus on that instead. Washing up, that's fun. The man I lust after thinks I'm ridiculous, let's spend days focusing on why he'd rather spend time with idiots instead on me. Excuses, all of it. I genuinely want and need to write. It literally fuels me yet somehow I am currently drawing a blank. Lack of inspiration is not the issue, I have the time so it's not that yet I just don't think that what I'm writing is good enough. Is this a writer thing or is it just me?
I honestly feel like I have nothing left.
Here's hoping that it's phase and I'll get over it.
Wish me luck.