dumbhan
Lately, writing doesn’t feel the same.
I open my draft, stare at it, and nothing happens. No rush. No obsession. No scenes replaying in my head while I’m trying to sleep. Just a blank page and me forcing sentences out.
I used to get excited about small details. A look. A line of dialogue. A tiny moment between characters. Now it feels like work instead of something I love.
I don’t think I hate writing. I think I’m just tired. Or maybe I gave too much of myself to the last story and haven’t refilled yet.
I’m still here though. Just slower.
meowrinmeow
Take as much time as you want, author nimm…I think it matters that the writer enjoys the writing process as much as the readers enjoy reading. We’ll be eagerly, yet patiently waiting, the kind of waiting that you don’t need to feel forced to immediately respond to. Rest well, author!
