I *love* to write but some months ago I found myself stuck. I just couldn't write. I would look at the blank paper, pen in hand and come up with a fat load of nuthin'. So I put everything away, no pens, no paper, no books about writing, no blogs about writing, no talking about writing, nothing. I didn't even open a text file. Instead I spent my writing time reading. Just reading. I wasn't reading as a writer but reading as a civilian. It was like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders.
Now that
National Novel Writing Month is close, I'm ready, energized. My writing batteries are full. I'm inspired, my wheels are smoking at the starting line. I am a happy, happy person.
Today I got my writing areas ready for work. Bring on November.
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| my writing area in the living room |
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| my writing area in my bedroom |
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