It's been a long time since I've been able to sit down and just write. To let my words flow through me and onto the page. I can blame less sleep and stress all I want, but it doesn't change the fact that even when I have gotten all that I wanted in sleep and when things have been going good, I open the document to work on more, and the words just don't hit the paper.
I just know it isn't writer's block. I know what I want to have happen in each work I haven't moved forward. I know where I'm going with it. Something else is standing in my way. Something is sapping my desire right out of me, and I don't know what it is, or why. All i know is something I took great joy in working on and doing is suddenly...gone.