Sometimes Writer’s Block isn’t about not being able to write. There are times where the problem is, what you need to write about and the things you actually write are not one and the same. While your mind tells you over and over to work on your manuscript, your heart is stuck on writing your personal journal.
Pages and pages of mindless drivel. Free thought experiments that always lead to the same topic. The subject at the back and the front of your mind ever day. It is exhausting to so totally focus on one topic and think it to death. Every conversation connected to this thought will be relived, analyzed for any hidden meanings, and then placed back on the shelf until its time to revisit it once more.
My mind is already troubled by events of the New Year. I was hoping that 2018 would be the year I broke out of the cycle and things started to look up for me. While we are less than a month in, I become less and less optimistic.
I don’t know how to look for happiness in a place it doesn’t exist.