And here it is: I’ve hit my first wall of 2014. Metaphorical wall that is. You know, in relation to my writing. It’s not that I don’t have ideas at the moment, more like, I’m struggling with the execution. The writing exercises have been helpful and I fully intend on continuing with them, I just don’t wan to overdo them. Run them into the ground.

I have 3 things on the go at the moment and I’m at that difficult 3rd act stage with 2 of them. A little spark is all I require. Once these 3 things are finished I am certain I will be able to ride that momentum into bigger and better things.

In the meantime though…

Anyway, this is where I am at present. That undesirable purgatory known to some as writer’s block and others as shut the fuck up, quit your whinging and get on with it. I personally find that second description more helpful.

Just for kicks, here is something that someone said in relation to writing and being a writer as occupation (I’m probably paraphrasing because I can’t even be bothered looking up the quote right now):

“You have to do the work even when you don’t feel like.”

Because, after all, the work is the reward.