My friends were asking when my next book would be ready... I lied. I told them that I was working on it, and it would be ready soon. In actual fact, there was no next book. I had screwed up my notes, thrown them away and viciously murdered every single character in my head.
A few weeks ago, I decided to leave my full-time job as a mental health support worker. It was causing me way too much stress, and I wanted to concentrate on de-stressing my body so that hopefully, my creativity could find its way back. It worked.
I started small. I bought a 'one sentence a day' journal, so that every night I wrote a sentence that summed up my day, trying to concentrate on positives. This followed with longer journal entries and blog posts. I have now written six short stories, and ideas are flooding my brain. I have had to set up a 'running idea' list where I write down every story idea so I don't forget it, and I can work my way through them.
I can't explain the relief and excitement I am feeling, finally being able to sit down, write, plot, daydream and be creative with words once again. I feel like 'me' again.