It isn’t that I’ve abandoned my goals. I just don’t feel I have anything to say right now. My mind has wandered too far away and there is nothing to anchor me to the commitment made but one month ago.
Where has my passion gone? Where is my drive? This scenario is so familiar it feels comfortable, but I know that in reality it represents the rut that I am happily hiding in.
I need time to think. But during this time the most important thing is that I write. If I truly am a writer, to write is my only means of survival.


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