Yesterday, I spent no less than four hours staring at my laptop screen, attempting to work on BURIED, my second novel. As time went by, I grew more frustrated and agitated. It was simply impssible to write. Not because I didn't know where the story is going and what is going to happen next, it was just that it wouldn't come out!
I hate the term 'writer's block', because that to me is the easy way out for writers when they are stuck with a story. I'm not stuck with the story. The story is there. It's the words that are failing to come through. I feel that due to my recent job obligations, my creativity has suffered emmensly. And now I have to find a way back into it.
But that's my problem and I have do deal with it, don't I?