A slump

These days my head is full of writing ideas that will not translate into actual writing.

I want to but essentially can't be arsed.

I hate myself for it, writing is what I want to be doing more than anything and yet I'm not doing it.

I don't know what's holding me back, I often quote the lack of time being the problem but let's face it, even when I do have the time, the inclination is not often there.

I created a "space" in my new home for my writing but it is not just mine like I'd planned.  I don't know where I can go that would be exclusively for me.

A big part of the problem (maybe?) is I don't think  feel content but about what?  Me, I guess.

I'm in a funk that is in no way funky in a good way.  It sucks.

I keep telling myself, just sit down and write something, anything, it doesn't matter.  Create a habit of spending time writing and eventually the good stuff will start to flow from your fingers onto the page.

I find myself not believing my own crappy advice.

I prefer to plonk myself in front of the tv and watch someone else's stories.

I should quit whining and be proactive but I've not got that far yet.

Life is just meh at the moment.