I had heard it was possible but never truly believed it could happen to me.
No, not erectile dysfunction.
A total lack of not just the ability to write but the lack of desire to even look at the keyboard.
I spent so much time in the preparation of my book that I actually burnt myself out on the words I had written.
Much like anyone that has ever been on a hardcore diet and then realized they like pizza more than they kale, I let myself get out of the routine of writing.
I watched as the stats exploded for no reason on my fiction blog and spent days trying to figure out why.
I got sidetracked by the first bad review my book got. The words stung like the worst case of razor burn you’ve ever had on your genitals.
So I went back to the beginning. Putting pen to paper. Writing notes and details for stories that had been rolling around in my head for far too long. Stuff that will most likely end up on my fiction blog but writing begets more writing.
Hopefully, you all stick around while I find my path back to getting my junk frozen to stuff.