This is something that I don’t want to admit and in some ways I am ashamed to admit this, mostly admitting it to myself. It’s not something that I want to admit, but it’s been coming for a while. I’ve known it in the back of my mind yet I just haven’t had the guts to admit it.
I have fallen out of love with writing fiction.
It feels strange to say this, but I can’t keep denying it to myself. In all honesty I’m not entirely sure why or how this has happened. Maybe I haven’t been writing as often as I should have been, but that can’t be helped because life does get in the way sometimes.
When you love writing it’s difficult to admit that you’ve fallen out of love with it. Difficult, but it has to be done.
Hopefully this doesn’t last for long and I find my feet with writing again, I can’t predict what’s going to happen. Writing is still a passion of my and I suppose that I’m just going through a slump at the moment. I’m not entirely sure. I have outlines and beginnings for novels that I want to write, but at this moment in time I’m just feeling uninspired and unmotivated with my work in progress’. In the near future, I’ll hopefully be able to come back to these and finish them off.
I’m not even sure where this post is leading to, I guess it’s to try and get my thoughts out into a short blog post. (And I hope you don’t mind this post being short!)
Also, I’m sorry that there wasn’t a blog post yesterday but I was just so tired after work that I didn’t feel up to editing a post, I hope you don’t mind.
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