Writer’s block?

I am starting to think I may have writer’s block. It’s caused by a virus that makes me stare at a blank page for endless seconds before I decide to go see what’s new on Facebook.. Or Instagram. Or at the Market in town.

Simply put, I’ve lost the “want to write” part of myself, and that scares me. I’ve always wanted to write. I haven’t always done it, but I’ve dreamed about it, and plotted in my head, and considered characters and what they could do. Now I just avoid it. I have two (TWO!!!) half written cyborg novellas that are way overdue to my publisher.

And I just sit here.

At first, it was because I was way too busy in the day job. Being self employed means I get to pick up the slack when everyone else lets things slide. So in March and April and most of May of this year, I was working up to fourteen hours a day, almost every day. I certainly didn’t get weekends off, and I wasn’t complaining because more work = more money = less debt. I may enjoy writing, but the day job pays the bills.

Then I was too exhausted. After all, I’d just worked way more than anyone else I knew  and had very little down time. I was too tired to think, let alone write.

Which brings me to today. I’m not working at the day job. I  am dogsitting but watching a mellow lab snooze in the sun is hardly a reason not to write. And I really should go trim that hedge out front but it’s raining and who the heck trims hedges (with an electric hedge trimmer) in the rain? Certainly not me!

So why am I not writing?

Actually I am! I’m writing a blog post on why I’m not writing!

Time to turn off the WIFI (Yes I know how to do that) and get my butt into the writing chair. There’s cyborgs and aliens and others just waiting for me to tell them what to do!