I'm going through a tough time with my writing at the moment.
Nothing I write seems to speak to me. Do you know that feeling? It's as though whatever spark used to exist inside my head, whatever creativity I had, has just been bled out. The spark has been extinguished. And I feel as though I've failed.
Have I failed as a writer because of this? Anything I do, whatever I write...it doesn't seem to grab me, to hold my mind in a vice-like grip and whisper don't you dare let go.
If this is writer's block, then for me it's writer's torture. Writing is my escapism, the one way I can vent my feelings and just let go. And if I can't do that, if I can't write....then what can I do? What am I? What is my purpose?
Does anybody relate to this? Can anybody give me some advice on how to re-capture my spark?
I know this is a short (and kind of sad) post, but I need your help, if you can give me it.
Farewell for now, Internet.
- Sunset xx