Life gets in the ways sometimes, the day job, studying for the day job, going to the gym, thinking about going to the gym, thinking of excuses why I can't go to the gym, drinking tea, daydreaming, thinking about writing...feeling guilty for not actually writing...why can't I actually write?
I'm at a loss! I refuse to accept writers block as an excuse, because if I give that chance to exist and take hold who knows what kind of monster I could create?! So I'm not even going down that road!
The book I am currently writing is almost finished I know pretty much how it's going to end but why can't I actually write it? Perhaps I'm sad its coming to an end ? I know realistically the final full stop is only the start of the "tweaking" before I pass it on to more professional hands to give it the once over so I don't think that's it. Is it the thought of what comes next? Who knows but I've a number of possibilities so the truth is I just don't know.
So here's what I'm going to do...take the evening off - watch some mindless television, get my clothes ready for the gym in the morning so I have no excuses and make myself a hot chocolate and have an early night. Tomorrow is the start of three days off from my day job and I WILL be productive and give myself the kick up the bottom that I obviously need!