Not for me, anyway. I wouldn’t dream of denying that other people have suffered from something that sure sounds awful, but it’s not something that happens to ME. I just write. Every day. Yep.
Until I don’t.
Lately–for a long time, not just a week–it’s just been really hard for me to get anywhere. I sit down to write and I do anything but. Force myself to focus, and suddenly I’m on the verge of tears. It’s just really hard.
I think, “I should post on my blog,” and I freeze up. Can’t think of anything to say.
Go to edit? I see something I should fix, but when I reach for alternate words, they aren’t there.
But you know what? I don’t have time for this.
So. I will no longer struggle alone. I’ve gone to my writing-book shelf for help.
Tonight as I prepare for battle, I have Ray Bradbury, Elizabeth Berg, and Nancy Kress at my side. Writing inspiration, spirit inspiration, technique inspiration.
This block is going down.