Just to be clear:
- I don't have writer's block.
- I'm working on a story I love.
- I do have time to write (at least sometimes).
So, what's my problem? Why don't I want to write? Have I given up? Has my love of writing spiraled down some unseen toilet? Or is it something else? I even have answers to all these questions: I don't know what my problem is; I don't know why I don't want to write; I haven't given up; I do still love writing; and yes, it is something else.
That something else is this, I think: I stopped believing in my writing. Believing it's good enough. Believing others will want to read it. Believing I have stories worth telling. Believing anything will come of the stories I'm writing.
And you all know this is a dark place. A lonely place. A broken place. And I know all writers come here. Some come here many times.
And I know what to do about it. I do. I know I need to write. I need to write through this dark, lonely, broken place.
But will you please remind me?