Oh my God, I think I have writer’s block. I can’t settle on a topic, can’t choose a project, and have started this blog seven times. I can’t focus to edit the WIP and I can’t decide on anything for the blog, and I can’t create something new for the Patreon, so I am panicking. I finally have a little time to write, given that school is out for the day for elections, but I have nothing.
Election Day in the USA! Right?? No! I tried that topic, but I don’t have anything to say that I haven’t said already. Any seasoned reader knows this is one of my top five holidays’, and I of course did my civic duty bright and early. You should do the same…and that’s literally all I have to say on that.
I opened my WIP and stared at it for a few minutes, so if that counts as writing then I am doing just fine. And I also tried to pen some Patreon poetry, but it is lacking. So instead I will obsess over what to post tomorrow until I finally force something out of myself that I don’t quite love…ick. That sounds terrible.
A weatherman on Twitter said that if you live within 200 miles of a Great Lake, expect the snow this weekend. Since I live literally two miles from one of those guys, I suppose autumn is over now. Maybe that’s why i feel so tired. We just changed the stupid clocks again, so naturally it feels like 6pm right now though it is not even three in the afternoon. I want a cup of cocoa and a good movie and a blanket, but I am pushing myself to live life…which I shouldn’t, in a sense. There’s that quote, that if you don’t make time for your wellness, you will be forced to make time for your illness. That is so true, and I am trying to remember that as I sit here and try to convince myself that taking a bubble bath would be a productive thing. It doesn’t feel that way…but it is.
No. I refuse to bend to writer’s block; I will only suffer a little writer’s burnout. Easily remedied by an easy to make dinner and a Hulu subscription. Away I go.