I’ve finally just admitted to myself that I’m in the middle of a summer work slump. Too much change around here and none of the time to myself that I’m used to in the summer has made it impossible for me to concentrate on my stories. The creative parts of my brain have dried up.
The only advice I have for anyone going through something similar is to be easy on yourself, because being tough sure doesn’t work. The more I’ve chastised myself, the worse the situation has become. I’ve finally just given up trying to pound my psyche into submission; the reasoning part of my brain refuses to be cowed.
On the other hand, I haven’t given up. I’ve just accepted that castigating myself over my lack of forward momentum is not motivating me to do better.
I’ll get out of it. Maybe today, maybe tomorrow, but I will break free.