Over the last ten weeks I have done zero writing. At first, a family problem interfered, but that was temporary and lasted only a few weeks. Then I kept putting off writing attempts. My thinking was that nobody was buying, so why should I write? I know this is faulty thinking, but also simple human nature. Now I find I have no real desire to push ahead. My wife is recovering nicely from knee replacement, so why aren't I writing? People ask me how I'm doing on my next novel and I shuffle around and give a vague answer. Is this attitude from the spring doldrums, or a sign of something worse: diminished desire to finish what I've started?
Just ruminating here. Has anyone else experienced this phenomenon? If so, how did you work your way past it? What finally kicked you off dead-center?
Bill
