So I haven't written in weeks. About two weeks to be exact, since Hurricane
Sandy wripped through my area and left us without power for over a week. During
this week I stayed at a relatives during which I had yet another flare up with
my MS. I was put back on the steroid IV. It seems like with each flare up a
little more life is just sucked out of me, stolen from me. I love writing. But
everytime I try to sit down to continue with my book I just stare at that blank
page and feel nothing. My motivation seems to be in hiding. I don't want to
just write anything so words can fill the pages. I want to be of meaning and
Does anyone other writer get into this funk?
I do find writing therapeutic so I should try a bit harder. I guess the
pessismistic side of me likes to rear its ugly head sometimes. It tells me,
"Why are you even doing this?" "What's the point?" "It isn't going to amount
to anything." "You won't finish this just like you don't finish anything else."
Maybe I should really consider shoving a sock into the mouth of that
pessimistic jerk! HA.
I guess I really need to take my own advice and realize this book is not
going to be something that will dash me into the world of famous writers. (What
I always wanted to be.) Maybe I just need to realize it is about getting my
voice heard and conveing a message.
When your passion is gone you just feel so empty. It's that little glimmer
of hope, a small vision of a dream, that keeps you running. I need to find my
passion again. Feeling like an empty shell just isn't going to help me with any
part of my life.