Yep… experiencing a writer’s block unfailing for several months felt like my brain was fried, and every inspiration although cognizant of each moment, appears to be locked in a room with glass doors; it makes sense breaking into your own house, doesn’t it?
No, I wouldn’t liken in to depression. I wrote pretty much when I was depressed. Let me explain it;
I’ll take my phone or PC to type, all of a sudden no words are coming to mind. Believe me, before I took decided to write, I had it all laced seamlessly.
Sorry to those I promised to upload a blog post or two… you get it now.