Why is writing so hard lately? Why, when I do want to write, I can't? Why is nothing moving me, or inspiring me? Or, if I do feel inspired or find something that sparks an ember, why is it I can't get the umph to grab onto that fleeting desire to create? I have several ideas--good ideas--just waiting their turn to be written, to be given a shape, a voice, but none are saying "Write me this way! This is the way I want [or should] be started."
I hate sitting, staring at a blank page or screen, waiting for the right words to pop into my head. I hate that I'm a perfectionist--Ultra Perfectionist, I should say--for it hinders my flow, my train of thought and my mood for the piece and writing in general. What would take another person several hours to write a page and a half to three or four pages takes me all day or a day and a half to write. Maybe two at the most. I lose interest in the end or get tired to the point of not caring on how it's finished. I only care that the piece is finished and I don't have to worry about it anymore. I don't want to be like this. I want to be fully emerged in a project, interested in it till it's done and done right with care.
Then I can move onto the next piece wanting my attention.
So far these are the pieces swirling in my head:
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