I haven’t got writers’ block. But today, no matter how hard I tried, there was nothing there. Not for this blog, not for that difficult second book. As ever, I made notes, some on my phone, some on the little notebook I carry around with me and some I keep in what’s left of my brain and … nothing.
It’s particularly frustrating given how the number of hits on Eclectic Blue are among the highest I have ever enjoyed. However, when I’m running on empty, I can’t force it.
It’s weird given how much there is to write about. And trust me, I have tried to write, with at least five false starts tonight and many more earlier in the day. But nothing seemed to work.
I do post stuff from time to time that I know isn’t up to my usual standards. Today’s standards were way below those standards, so I have decided to call it a day and apologise to the millions of you who have been hanging on. Maybe things will be better tomorrow?
Much love.
