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?
Sunday, August 8, 2010
This isn't a blog I'm going to openly share, it's just a place for me to talk about the things I can't discuss on my writing blog. It's my own personal diary. I don't I'll update it often but every now and then, I just need to talk and vent. So, my new blog is officially open.