*Sigh*
I know I should write something. Of anything. Start something, continue something, rework something - anything! I find if I don't write, I get...stale. When I start writing again I lose my edge, start unloading hackney skills, and generally do a shitty job which overrides all the hard work I put into writing and editing.
But I look at the page...and just can't be arsed. It's not that I don't have the ideas, I have a load of ideas floating around in my head all the time. I just can't be bothered writing them. The day they invent some sort of mind technology where I can simply think and the words would appear, is the day I will become a published author, I can assure that.
But right now I just can't be bothered. The thought of having to sit there and type is grates on my nerves. I know there's nothing I can do about it but do it, yet I still acheive nothing.
Someone force me. Set me a task or something. I work well to deadlines. I break them, but I eventually dish out the goods.
But I look at the page...and just can't be arsed. It's not that I don't have the ideas, I have a load of ideas floating around in my head all the time. I just can't be bothered writing them. The day they invent some sort of mind technology where I can simply think and the words would appear, is the day I will become a published author, I can assure that.
But right now I just can't be bothered. The thought of having to sit there and type is grates on my nerves. I know there's nothing I can do about it but do it, yet I still acheive nothing.
Someone force me. Set me a task or something. I work well to deadlines. I break them, but I eventually dish out the goods.