However, for the past fortnight, I have been unable to write in any form. I somehow managed to produce an outline for a ghost musical I agreed to be involved with. The outline, I thought, was brilliant and a sign that I was advancing even further than I was before. I go to write the first lyric and nothing comes out. The results are almost always unbelievably bad. I've never had this problem before, except briefly, and I always managed to resolve it. I realize I've been working hard but I've reached the point where I've realized this is my life, my career, and you don't get postmen or bank clerks or accountants who suddenly forget how to do their job. Usually that would happen if they had a stroke or something.

I just want it back. I can't keep forcing but I'm very bored, outside of work and social life, and I feel like the true perspective of my life, which is represented in the writing, is gone. This is such an awful thing. It couldn't have happened at a worse time.

I'm pretty much forced to decline from the ghost musical as well.

Post edited at 6:16 am on Nov. 19, 2008 by adv

It's a horrible bleak time, a crossroad of dread.

Post edited at 6:31 am on Nov. 19, 2008 by adv