What do you do when your Muse decides to fly to Bermuda without you and you don't know when he/she/it will return? You stare at your computer, but the words are frozen to the keyboard?
What do you do when you lose your will to write? When you feel that no matter what you do, how much you try to spread your message, how accommodating you are to your fickle Muse, you feel that no one wants to read your words and no one cares?
A writing life is like riding a perpetual roller coaster, full of anticipation on the climb and exhilaration on the down slope. There are times when the ride seems to take forever, and there are times when the power fails and leaves you stuck on the inside of a figure-eight loop. If your Muse is in an especially evil mood that day, he/she/it releases the seat belts and the long security bar holding you in the car. And you find yourself flailing in space for something, anything to write as a life line.
I'm at that point today. Fellow writers, can I have some kind words and encouragement? Thanks in advance.
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