I look at all my words and I cannot add to them

AND IT SUCKS

Jesus.

All I want to do is write.

I can hear the wife in the other room, pounding away at her keyboard like there's no tomorrow. She's probably writing the great swedish novel, or some sort of Scandinavian epic poem. What am I doing? Watching dumb videos on youtube and getting stressed about work.

A writer that doesn't write is a liar.

Sorry. I guess I'm just in a bad mood, and this seemed like as good a place as any to spray about my ire.

On the bright side, I made an enormous batch of elderflower cordial. I pondered saving and drying the flowers after to make tea, but I'm too lazy for that.

Comments

[Mitch H]

All writers of fiction are liars. A writer that can't write is merely having a falsehood dry patch. A failure to deceive.

Try bad poetry. That can blast loose the clot in the feeder.

[FanOfMostEverything]

Trying to force the words out just results in something that looks like it came out of a Zalgo text generator. Take a deep breath. Let it flow.

[Dafaddah]

Forget about doing, maybe it’s time to just BE. Give yourself an hour. Let go of all the obligations and oughta-do’s and do nothing else than breath a bit while thinking about breathing, and how great it is!

[resonance]

vent brother, vent!

[Georg]

I've actually found helping edit fellow authors' works gives me new appreciation for actually writing. Of course so does the wife telling me I need to water the garden, mow the yard, haul stuff out of the garage to the garbage (what a difference a letter or two make),...

[Super Trampoline]

I know that feel so hard.

[Trick Question]

I know that feel. In my case it's depression and drugs robbing me of the ability to do anything productive.

Keep hope alive.