sometimes i wake up crying at night.
the lavailier around my neck is choking me. i am completely weighed down with the presidency and trying to save this organization.
my characters aren't speaking, they aren't thinking -- i. can't. hear. them.
i always used to wonder what would happen if i couldn't hear anyone in my head anymore, wondered if the world would get a bit calmer and i could have more time to myself and whatever i wanted to do.
apparently barbara bowman and dr. devore talk about me and my writing. devore told bowman that he expected great things from me, so that she should push me into more writing classes, etc.
i don't know who i am anymore -- i've lost myself. i don't know how to define myself as anything but a writer. i feel like a lonely lost little girl waiting for someone to find me and take me home and take care of me.
i haven't written anything new, other than editing for nanoedmo, since spring break. i can't remember the last time i did that.
it's not writer's block -- that's when they just won't tell me what happens next. but they are so quiet, ALL OF THEM, that i have no one but myself to talk to. and talking about this aloud makes me feel like a crazy person.
i think i'm going to take a nap.
my characters aren't speaking, they aren't thinking -- i. can't. hear. them.
i always used to wonder what would happen if i couldn't hear anyone in my head anymore, wondered if the world would get a bit calmer and i could have more time to myself and whatever i wanted to do.
apparently barbara bowman and dr. devore talk about me and my writing. devore told bowman that he expected great things from me, so that she should push me into more writing classes, etc.
i don't know who i am anymore -- i've lost myself. i don't know how to define myself as anything but a writer. i feel like a lonely lost little girl waiting for someone to find me and take me home and take care of me.
i haven't written anything new, other than editing for nanoedmo, since spring break. i can't remember the last time i did that.
it's not writer's block -- that's when they just won't tell me what happens next. but they are so quiet, ALL OF THEM, that i have no one but myself to talk to. and talking about this aloud makes me feel like a crazy person.
i think i'm going to take a nap.