Day 2 of writing

I wrote a little bit for the third chapter, but it is not completed. I’m feeling a little better since I got back into writing again. It also helps that the cats are used to me now and sit on my lap, but they end up walking all over my laptop lol.

I might try to do some more after my second shift because I didn’t do anything during my break. I’ve decided that I’m going to finish the first draft of this book by the end of the year 🙂

The impotent writer

What is wrong with me!?

I’m a writer that doesn’t want to write. I cannot make the words appear on page and I cannot edit the words I already have. The stories are there, but I cannot rise to perform.  For Christ’s sake, not two years ago I wrote a hundred thousand word novel in two months. And then I went on to other writing projects unfazed! I was a machine. I was churning out story after story, getting idea after idea, editing a novella in a few days and now . . . my brain doesn’t work. I’m jealous of my past self and of other writers. Like how dare you go out and produce books while I’m over here not.

The days pass by, they turn into weeks and then months and now it is the fourth month of my burnout. How much further along could I be if I wasn’t like this? I watch things, but I feel no joy from watching. I buy books that I would otherwise be interested in, but give up after a few chapters or not even begin.

My USB is full of stories. I’ve written so much and yet I take no sense of joy, pride or accomplishment away from it. Its new home is under my desk instead of permanently plugged in my laptop. I could lose it and not care.

I’m supposed to be a writer Goddamnit! Why am I not writing? Why am I so impotent? How long will I not be able to get it up for? WTF is wrong with me? I feel like crying, but I prevent myself from losing control. What am I even doing with all this free time that I now have? I spend it thinking that I’m wasting my time and talent and then get simultaneously pissed off and sad when night falls because what I have I accomplished? What am I doing with my life? What else do I have? How did I lose passion for my passion?

How do I even get over burnout? Do I just wait until my mind gets better? How long do I have to wait? I’ve had plenty of time off work in the four months since I gave up. My sleep is fine, my diet is mostly fine. I’m exercising. I have ample free time for everything in my life. But I’m moody and irritable. I don’t want to do anything else but write because it’s the only thing that I really like doing. And now it’s a thing that does not bring me joy.

The last two weeks

Double-exposure-portrait-450833739_879x1195_coverimageI think my burn out is starting to wane because I managed to do a draft of The Things We Do, but I had to force myself to do it 😦 I’ve just finished two weeks off from work and I never really utilised it. I think back just over a year when I was powering through and I could have done multiple edits of different stories.

I’m starting to think that maybe I won’t have anything ready until next year 😦 The fact that I have not accomplished anything in the last few months really annoys me. Technically I could have finished and published two stories by now. Just thinking about it makes me feel down. So much time wasted. And I know what I need to do with all the things I have, but I just don’t feel like doing any of it 😦

Still burnt out :(

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 wish I was a machine

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?