I'm working on a truly great story that thus far, I'm really proud of. But so far, I've only a chapter and a half of the story. I can't seem to make myself sit down and write no matter what I try. It's driving me crazy.
It's not writer's block. I know exactly where the story is going and what I want to put down. I just can't make myself do it. I don't know. Maybe I've lost the desire to write. And if that's the case, then what's the point? What use do I have. I'm completely useless around the house. Without writing, what was I put on the earth to do? Do I even have a purpose?