Ever have one of those nights, where you really want to read something, yet as soon as you start reading your brain kicks in and tells you that you should be writing instead?
That’s been me for the past three nights.
But when I grab my notebook and try to work on any one of the many WIP’s I have, nothing but jibberish comes out.
And free writing is about the same… or worse really, since the whole point of free writing is to scribble jibberish and let your muse find its way out.
I don’t know if I’m in a funk or if something inside me is trying to tell me something 🤷🏻♀️
I suppose tonight I will try revisiting my stack of notes and random story ideas to see if one of them is trying to resurrect from the depths of my mind. Write Naked- By Jennifer Probst