It’s this feeling magnified by ten thousand.
As well as some of this…
…and lots of this…
That’s almost all that needs to be said.
I’m currently experiencing one of my worst bouts with the evil beast known as Writer’s Block. I have tried time and time again to work on this specific project of mine but find that it’s hard for me to put myself into the scene. No matter the music I listen to (or don’t listen to), no matter the mood I’m in, and no matter how much cleaning I do to try and facilitate some ideas, I just can’t seem to get a grip on what I want to write.
So I’ve made it to that pivotal moment where one has to force themselves to do it and deal with the crappiness of its quality just to get going.
Sometimes, I forget it doesn’t have to be perfect.
First, it needs to be finished. There is always an after event for editing where one can rip the guts out of a book and put everything back together the way it’s meant to be.
This isn’t that time. Sometimes, it is impossible to find inspiration to work on something no matter what you do. Only one thing can be done.
So… here goes. Forcing it. Ugh.