I am so frustrated.
I haven’t done hardly any writing for myself in weeks. I sit down to write and it’s just such a chore. I likely have four or five works in progress, a dozen story ideas, and I don’t want to write even one of them. None of them appeal to me. I’m not attached or invested in the characters or the stories at all.
I think I might just scrap them all.
But the fact that I’m not writing anything – nothing for myself – is pissing me off to no end. Because writing is the only thing that I have ever wanted to do in my life.
Every night I think about writing. I think about how much I want to write something great. And sometimes, I do try. But mostly, I don’t. I just get mad at myself.
Maybe I need to change directions completely. Quit trying to make money. Just write something that I will enjoy writing. Write in a new genre.
Write something like what I want to read.
This sounds familiar. Did I blog about this before?
Sometimes being a writer sucks.