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A Dry Spell
My Writing as of This Moment

To say that I am enduring what feels like an unyielding dry spell would be something of an understatement. The worst part of it is that I don't know what to do about it. I know that the best thing any of us can do is simply continue to work and work through whatever the emotional issues are that keep us from writing, but it really isn't that easy.

I kind of liken what is happening to me in the same way that AA talks about why people drink to excess and addiction--it has less to do with the actual drinking than it does the emotional issues swirling beneath the surface and once you capture those issues, identify them and begin the work to resolve them, you will have begin to heal the primary source of why you drink. Of course, this does little remove actual addiction, but being a happier person will help those of us that may have become dependent upon alcohol as well as relieve some of the intensity of addiction.

Well, for me writing is something of an addiction, but it runs counter to alcoholism in that my psychic relief relies on my ability to continue to write, but I also have psychic pain based on the fact that right now my writing is like watching molasses pour from a bottle on a cold day--very slow and not at all satisfying because my grits are getting cold and my eggs are burning.

The problem is, though, that I have not yet been able to ease the underlying emotional issues that I think are at the root of my inability to write and create at the same level as I have in the past. I think I have to resolve these things before my psyche will release my creativity and allow me to once again find great pleasure in the act of writing. But I will still continue to write and perhaps in that practice I will be able to break through it all.

But for the time being I will continue to edit and add new content to my story about a boy on a tulip bulb farm at the same frustrating pace as cold molasses.

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I can relate to your

I can relate to your wonderful post and it took great courage to write about it, especially since you are an Author. I hope that you can get through this because I sense your desire and passion emotionally. May I suggest that rather than give attention to why forget about it completely and go do something else. I have found even a simple walk in a new place over a few days always leads me to a sense of peace; I once thought happiness was the goal. At the end of the day you know you can write because you have been published. You are perfect in you suffering; you are perfect in every way. Believing that you are perfect not only with the things that bring you peace [happiness] but in the things that make you sad, unworthy, etc.