01052019

Starting off the new month feeling particularly cold and useless. I spent the entire day (or, well, everything after 1300 anyway, since I couldn’t find within me the will to get out of bed until then) more or less just staring at a blank document trying to convince myself to write something. After about five hours I finally just gave up. All the tips and advice people give you about “just writing anything” when you can’t write what you want – it’s pretty much just bullshit. I pretty much haven’t been able to write anything substantial in months. Maybe I’ve just grown too complacent. Maybe I just don’t have it in me anymore.