Well, I thought that by now I’d be writing again, and overjoyed and filled with excitement for all of the wonderful things I had planned to share during my Short Story August challenge.

That’s out the window.

I don’t know, I just haven’t been able to get my ideas and thoughts out. If I’m not working, or sleeping because I’m always working, I can’t even force myself to sit and write. It feels as if I don’t care for it anymore, when truly, I no longer have any inspiration or drive.

These have been the longest and hardest (nearly) eight months of my life and I feel so incomplete without writing, but I can’t MAKE myself do it either.

Do I just not care anymore? Do I not want it anymore?

It saddens and upsets me because it’s the only thing I’m good at and… I feel that this time, I’ve truly lost it.

I don’t know what to do anymore.