At a Loss

The title of this post says it all.

I'm somewhat demoralized, and have been for most of the past month. Writing for a living hasn't felt so unlikely, so insurmountable, ever before. I'm just...I don't even know what I am. The ideas are flowing like crazy, but the words don't come. I have conceptualized at least half a dozen things in the past 20 days, and a few of them are probably deep enough to become novels. Guess what? No words (apart from barest reminders of what I was thinking) on any of them.

NaNoWriMo? EPIC FAIL! 2880 words, day 1. Since then, zilch.

Anyway, this is going to be my last post here, I think. It's too much trouble to go back and remove all the self-pity and bitching I've done. I know I sound like a complete whine-ass on here most of the time. I'll salvage the flash, at least, and probably keep the rest of the posts I don't already have on file, but I'm not going to try to clean this up so I don't look like a complete flake.

Nope, it's time to move on. I'll never stop writing, nor will I stop trying to break in to the business. But, this blog might just be disappearing soon.