Crick in the Neck
Everything just feels so stiff.
No matter what I write or what I try to write, nothing seems to be following like it used to and I feel stagnant with my writing. It never used to be this difficult.
I used to be able to crank out flowery and poignant sentences without second-guessing every grammar decision. I’m getting apprehensive over the most minute details, I shouldn’t be.
Although it’s almost 4:30 on a Thursday morning, I can’t sleep, I have several tabs open working on about three different things, and I’m blogging about my inability to focus on my writing.
I’m totally focused. I promise.