Ten months ago, in my post, ‘Births, quilting and other reasons for not writing,’ I felt optimistic about returning to writing.
However, in November, when my mum broke her kneecap and had an extended stay hospital and then moved to a care home. I have written nothing.
Now, I have hit that deep hole where it feels impossible to sit down at my desk, let alone put pen to paper or fingers on a keyboard. I call it the ‘Slough of Despond.’
Somewhere, I’ve seen the quote, ‘Writer’s block is when your imaginary friends won’t talk to you.’ Well, I think my imaginary friends have left the universe.
As always, I have valid reasons as to why I haven’t been writing – or excuses – the daft thing is that I am far more optimistic when I am writing and yet being depressed stops me from even trying to start the process.
Thanks to Tom Gauld, cartoonist for The Guardian for the above image which has put a smile on my face. I think I need ‘The Elixir of Courage.’
Wish me luck!