This announcement may appear to you as me being “dramatic”.
I’ve been struggling so badly over the past few months. I may have gotten a chapter out for Reckless Behavior, but my other projects remain untouched. The struggle to write is infuriating, and forcing it out does nothing but aggravate my brain fog. It’s a sickness. This sickness has infected my roots, shoving my creativity deep into a corner I cannot reach. A ravine the size of an ocean sits between me and my success. No matter what I do to solve this problem of not being able to cross this obstacle and return to my creativity, it all ends the same way. I’m back to reminiscing and admiring what I used to be with my writing, and that cruel, saddening thought crosses my mind: “What if my writing days are over?” The fact that I truly fear this to be the case tells me that I’m just stuck, that my love for writing hasn’t diminished. I have so many stories to tell, so many thoughts and ideas to spill onto a fresh document, but my creativity is just too far away to make a compelling work of art. The fantasizing has never stopped. I just struggle to put words into a document and feel good about my work.
Give me a little more time… And if anyone was wondering, no, I’m not removing my ongoing works (aside from maybe TBT because I’m actively rewriting it). Bound By Honor and Reckless Behavior have so much potential, and I refuse to set them aside, only to be forgotten.
