When is it going to stop being so f’n hard for me to write anything?
I start. I stop. I start again. I get distracted. I spend hours doing nothing but surfing the Net or listening to music or watching videos. Anything but writing.
I have idea upon idea tumbling through my head begging to get out. Yet the moment I start trying to get them out, the process comes to a screeching halt.
And I don’t know why.
Is it depression? Frustration?
Or is God trying to tell me something? That I’m not writing what he wants me to write?
If that’s the case, how I wish I knew what it was He wants me to communicate. Because I don’t know.
I honestly don’t know.
All I know is this sucks. Big time.
And I hope it ends very, very soon.
