I've been in a writing funk for months. I made the mistake of writing too many books last year.
I know, you're probably thinking, how could writing too many books be a bad thing?
The problem is I got burned out.
And now I'm having trouble making forward progress on anything more complicated than a grocery list. And some days, even that's a bit taxing. I'm sure it'll pass. I'm sure I'll get my writing mojo back. I certainly hope so, anyway. I've got contracts to fulfill.
It's not that the ideas aren't there. They're rattling around constantly, but when I look at that cursor, everything vanishes from my head. I've tried changing location. I've tried writing longhand. I've tried writing something not related to what I'm supposed to be writing. I've journaled, talked to friends and thrown things in fits of frustration, but the word could has remained the same.
I apologize for the whiny, self-indulgent nature of this post, but I do want to remind anyone who might be reading this not to kill yourself and your creativity trying to build a backlist too quickly. Find joy in the creation of your stories. Don't lose sight of all the things that drew you to writing in the first place.
And I'll try to do the same.