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I'm in that weird, sort of floaty kind of mood that I hate being in. Its one of those things where I smile and nod, but inside I feel blank. I was thinking last night as I went to bed at nine that I was on a major block. My head is too full, or too empty. I can't decide.
I know some people don't believe in writer's block, they say its something that doesn't exist and its all in the author's head. I, in fact, don't believe in writer's block. I think its just the ideas are too overwhelming and you're trying to avoid that one that will let you slip out of the predicament you've put your self into. But, for whatever reason, I have not felt like this for over a year. It was actaully about this time too, a couple of months after NaNo, and I was stuck.
Of course, last year, this was right after I handed in my thesis. Things were easier then.
It was so weird to see them and know that it is actaully the end. I thought we had more time, I thought that I wanted to leave.
I know some people don't believe in writer's block, they say its something that doesn't exist and its all in the author's head. I, in fact, don't believe in writer's block. I think its just the ideas are too overwhelming and you're trying to avoid that one that will let you slip out of the predicament you've put your self into. But, for whatever reason, I have not felt like this for over a year. It was actaully about this time too, a couple of months after NaNo, and I was stuck.
Of course, last year, this was right after I handed in my thesis. Things were easier then.
It was so weird to see them and know that it is actaully the end. I thought we had more time, I thought that I wanted to leave.
