I confess that I have no clue what I'm doing right now, other than stalling. I haven't written a single word in over two weeks. My poor fragile ego took a big blow, and I am having a pretty serious crisis of faith in my abilities, no longer so trusting of my talents with words. And I berate myself because I know I shouldn't let the words of others impact me the way they did, but now, more than ever is the doubt foremost. I sit in front of the computer, gazing at the blinking cursor, poised in the middle of an incomplete sentence, and there it stays.
Not a single word.
I know in my heart and my head that I'm not being true to myself, nor to the character I had such passion for. I wish I could clear my head of the sour words that tainted my inner voice. dry... one said. Negative criticisms always resonate the loudest and longest I guess. I suppose some don't want to read about positive outcomes, growth of character. Maybe it's because it turns the mirror around. I couldn't say.
This is just me being a crybaby, and this too shall pass.