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[axeslade]

I can't write.

Seriously, been trying for weeks and...nothing. Been trying with a few different projects, nada. I think it's a big part of why I've been crying so much lately. My body really doesn't...writing gets the toxins out. I don't have to write about what's bothering me, just writing is like lancing a boil. And when I can't do it, it all just festers and...

I know part of it is moving and stuff, but really...

I really get scared when I can't write. Like...wondering if this dry spell is going to last the rest of my life. And that scares me so much.

And yet, it's still weird, I'm still the happiest I've been in years. As angry and frustrated as I am, deep down I am happy.

It just doesn't feel like it.

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[bitexmarks.livejournal.com]

I can relate to a lot of that. You gotta ride its wave, or let it drown you. Don't force it, or try to fix it, it'll eventually come back...for it never left you, it just decided to leave you alone for a while. For...you see, good writing does not like happiness very much. A good writter writes with their soul, and their soul is very powerful when they are in some sorrowfilled state. I'm not saying make yourself sad, I'm just saying introduce your joy to your sorrow and eventually they will be able to coexist and you will be able to write again.

Trust me...ah know *wink*
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[axeslade.livejournal.com]

Thanks hun. Yeah, I actually wrote about that in my writing journal (http://astindarby.livejournal.com/17555.html)...how I'm so unused to being happy that I think my muses are just confused. I've written a little bit in the past two days...nothing I'm thrilled with, but ideas that I have that I just had to get out. They're messy, but the idea is there and as soon as the girls get their butts into gear they'll become something I'm sure.