Writer’s block. It’s very real. I’ve had it for about two years now.
I love to write. But I can’t seem to get into it. Not these days. Not even with NaNoWriMo happening (again).
To be very honest, I feel legitimate pain and exhaustion when I try to write. At-times-crushing fatigue. It’s very disconcerting. My brain just refuses to engage, or I feel my writing is flat and blah, or I just…shut down. I can’t do it. I have no idea why, but I can’t. I sit in front of my computer and just…sit. Maybe painstakingly eke out a scene that I 70% of the time don’t like very much, or feel isn’t good enough, compared to what I used to be able to do.
It’s awful. It’s been like this since I published my second book. I don’t know what the problem is.
This is meant as encouragement, ironically, to anyone who is going through this: this happens to many, many, many of us. I know I can write well (thank God), and I want, maybe even more than my readers, to see what might happen in Book 3 (and hopefully beyond)! But apparently I can’t, not right now. And that’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s just what it is.
Writer’s block sucks and is not necessarily a reflection on one’s abilities as a writer. I’m hoping that mine is because my brain is crafting something amazing that will one day be ready, God willing. In the meantime, sorry to my readers, but I haven’t given up, and that’s the important thing.
I feel this. Writer’s block is no joke, and is usually your brain’s way of saying it’s time to take a break. I love when Writers admit to having a block, because that means they’re human. It’s refreshing, because it really does happen to everyone.