Whine, Whine, Whine.
I'm making a concerted effort to write more. There was a time when I was really in a groove; I could write pages and pages with little effort. I used to be really proud of the stories and stuff I used to write. But, something happened in these last few years. Writing anything more than a few lines has become a struggle. I now spend about two weeks trying to hammer out a three-page Harlan interlude. And, when I do decide to give up and move on, I'm never satisfied with the result. Even writing a journal entry is frustrating. Endless minutes are spent staring at that blinking curser, trying to figure out how to say what I want to say.
I'm not sure what happened. I think it must be that I got out of practice. Haley, for instance, writes something every day. Whereas I have an unfinished review of Amnesia: The Dark Descent that has sat abandoned for about two or three months. It's very disheartening, as I used to (and still do, if I must be honest) love writing. I get ideas daily, but can never actually put them down into words.
So, yeah. First world problems. Poor me.
