So the ugly head of writers block is staring me straight in the face. I am at a place in my novel that I am not happy with and I know it needs to be fixed. I stare and stare at the paragraphs and…nothing. My brain says change it, but then doesn’t give me the means to do so.
Now, the second part of this. Ever since I tried to go the traditional publishing route with many many failures I have stopped my writing more than once. I coddle my story like a young child that refuse to let grow up and go out into the world. Now part of me is afraid that I am experiencing my block because I am so close to publication and my instinct to keep my creation close to me is kicking in.
I will have to break from creating for the rest of the day, hope for a good nights sleep and hope I find where my muse is hiding.
Published on June 01, 2018 11:59