I haven’t been able to write for weeks now. While I was listening to some music, I finally got inspired to write something. Admittedly is on the dark depressive side of my life. I’m just thankful that the gods of writing blessed me with any inspiration at all. The poem is called sometimes on publish us.
I think I can finally put a finger to I haven’t been writing lately. I’ve been feeling kind of blah lately. I’m not sad, but I’m not happy either. It is much easier when I am passionate about something; that where my inspiration comes from. Lately I just feel so uninspired. When I do get ideas, I don’t write them down like I should.
I don’t know why, but lately I just don’t have the energy to write things. I get these fragments of ideas, but nothing concrete. The fact is I’ve always had an on-again off-again relationship with writing. I hope this doubt doesn’t last. Maybe me and writing to get divorced. I hope I get out of this funk.
For weeks I had not been inspired to write anything lately; I hate it when I go through these dry spells. I always thought that writing was my passion for a reason. There is still some doubt in the back of my mind, whether or not writing is my true calling. I want to be successful at writing more than anything, but I always seem to fall short of the sucess I desire. I just want to feel accomplished at something.