It’s almost the end of the Edinburgh Fringe Festival and I’m getting sick of 57 hour work weeks. I’m still burnt out from before and I don’t know when I’ll return to writing. What’s more is that I’m irritated with myself about not writing and all the lost time and because of that I get more pissed off. When the festival finishes I don’t know what I’m going to do with my time.
But I think I’m slowly coming out of my funk. I’m thinking of my stories more as opposed to not at all, but I’m still not at the stage where I want to do anything with them. Maybe it’ll take another month or so for me to get over it.
I would say I have terrible writer’s block, however, I think it might be burnout. Really good time for it to kick in (not!). I have all the free time in the world because I’m back in Aust and not working, but I can’t seem to make myself write or edit 😦
I have several unfinished first drafts, that I know exactly what needs to happen. I have them planned out and everything. But it’s like smashing my head against a brick wall. No, I do not want to write, I don’t want to edit, and I don’t find joy from things like reading, playing computer games or surfing the net 😦
I take joy in the fact that the last two years of my writing journey has been super productive and I am really satisfied with what I’ve accomplished. I’m getting to the point where my first drafts are boss 🙂
But what am I supposed to do now?
How do I break out of it?
When will that happen?