It's all gone
Feb. 21st, 2004 01:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
krazykitkatMy head's quiet, totally blank.
There's no voices, no scenes or stories, just this silence. Even when I couldn't write before, I still had scenes and talking in my head.
Now there's nothing. In less than a day it's disappeared.
And part of me likes the quiet. But the other part of me is so sad and feels like a fraud. Because if it can go just like that, it must mean that I'm not a writer, never was and never will be.
I don't know what to do with all the partially completed stories. Maybe it would be less painful to just delete them, rather than them sitting there mocking me with my failure.
There's no voices, no scenes or stories, just this silence. Even when I couldn't write before, I still had scenes and talking in my head.
Now there's nothing. In less than a day it's disappeared.
And part of me likes the quiet. But the other part of me is so sad and feels like a fraud. Because if it can go just like that, it must mean that I'm not a writer, never was and never will be.
I don't know what to do with all the partially completed stories. Maybe it would be less painful to just delete them, rather than them sitting there mocking me with my failure.
