I’ve just sat down to write a blog post about my recent tough writing patch. About how a busy work and life period has left me unable to scrape the barrel of my mind for any words or stories. Even writing this post seems like a daunting task right now. I know, maybe a profound… Continue reading Help. I’ve run out of ideas. I’ll never write again.
Some questions I have been asking myself recently… Is there any point? Will my work ever be as good as the stuff I love to read? Is writing a waste of time for me? Is that piece I submitted a few weeks ago actually any good? You get the gist… I’m led to believe that… Continue reading My writing is rubbish. What’s the point?
I keep fawning over adverts for writing retreats in beautiful remote places, dreaming of the escapism, the torrent of ideas I’d come up with and the pages of stunning prose I’d produce away from the daily grind. Whilst unfortunately I don’t have umpteen hundred pounds and unlimited days to spend researching and drafting, I have… Continue reading Planning my DIY writing retreat