My inspiration seems to have failed me in the mornings lately. I find I'm a much better writer at night.
I used to be able to open up my blog, and come out with something half decent.
Now, I seem to struggle first thing in the morning to come up with something interesting to say.
Maybe it's because I know I have now given this web address out. I like that people enjoy what I'm writing. I'm worried, though, that I am thinking too much about what to write instead of just writing it.
I have to try and pretend that I don't know that anyone is reading this. Then, maybe I'll be able to write again.
Isn't that the strangest thing? You want to write to change people's lives, to make a difference, to have your voice heard.
Then, when you know people might be reading, you lose your ability to write.
Bear with me, readers. Perhaps I'm just having a case of the Mondays.
I used to be able to open up my blog, and come out with something half decent.
Now, I seem to struggle first thing in the morning to come up with something interesting to say.
Maybe it's because I know I have now given this web address out. I like that people enjoy what I'm writing. I'm worried, though, that I am thinking too much about what to write instead of just writing it.
I have to try and pretend that I don't know that anyone is reading this. Then, maybe I'll be able to write again.
Isn't that the strangest thing? You want to write to change people's lives, to make a difference, to have your voice heard.
Then, when you know people might be reading, you lose your ability to write.
Bear with me, readers. Perhaps I'm just having a case of the Mondays.
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