The block

I have been feeling the sting of writer's block for the past couple of weeks. I want to call it that, but in reality, I think I am just tired. I have a lot going on and sometimes that can get to me. I am taking a long weekend to catch up on all my projects, both at home and for school.

My first plan was to work on Saturday and Sunday and get everything done. That hasn't gone over too well. I did no homework on Saturday and now it is Sunday and I have to get at least one of my four papers done today.

I am also working on coming up with an idea for my final project in my research class. I want to do a movie or television series: one, because it is nontraditional and two, because it fits more in line with my long-term goals. I am meeting with my adviser this week to talk about my graduate school plan. I have a feeling it is going to go OK, but some days two and a half years seems like a very long time.

But back to the block. I am in a period right now where I am really not in love with my writing. I am certainly not the first writer to have this experience. The only way through it is to keep writing, so I do. The problem is it takes me longer to get motivated to write and then I am rushing to get things written in really tiny windows of time, like an hour here or there. When I am not giving myself time to do the writing, of course I am going to dislike it.

Speaking of not liking my writing, this blog post has now become a convoluted mess, therefore I think it is time for me to sign off. After all, I still have a writing to do for my theory class and I don't want to mess it up.