Please tell me this is still true. I used to love nothing more than to sit with a pen and paper or my computer and a cup of tea and just write until there was nothing left. Now I’m sitting here, staring blankly at my blinking cursor in Word and finding myself unable to write anything. Is the stress of J-School squashing my creativity? If so, isn’t that all kinds of counter-intuitive? I guess I’ll go to bed. Tomorrow is another day–and hopefully I can write.
Please. Let me be able to write.