It has been a long and brutal summer. Like every author alive, I’ve been going through a thing. You know that thing. It’s the thing that where you run out of steam, and you try to push through it. But, you can’t, and you start to question your writing, your mission, nay, your existence. That thing.
I’ve been told it’s common after a dozen books or so. I have about three projects in the works, but I admit it’s challenging trying to get this groove back. I’ve tried refilling the well, meditation, drinking like Hemingway, still nothing.
So, this week I’ve decided to just chill out about this. If it’s normal, it’s gotta have an end date, right? What do you do about stress and writing? How do you get your groove back?
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