I released two short stories the other day – For My Critics and The Next Day.

Last week, I finally let In Another Country out of the depths of my hard drive.

That seems like a lot – but they aren’t new ideas.

I’ve been desperately perusing my “Stories in Progress” folder – which now stands at 21 items – looking for a trail to follow.

It was over 30 a few months ago – I made a dent – but I can’t explain how frustrating it is to have a beautifully written paragraph that won’t go any further (and I have many).

It’s truly an awful feeling. I sit down at the computer and search for anything to motivate me – music, writing, photos, whatever – yet it won’t come out. There’s nothing there recently.

I’m not sure why I feel pressure – when I have something to say, I’ll say it, I suppose.

Usually though, when I go through these droughts, it’s either because I’m not writing truthfully enough or because I haven’t been busy, haven’t been inspired.

This time, the latter certainly isn’t the case (quite the opposite).

And if I’m not writing truthfully, then I’m not sticking to my promise – I’m not doing it my way.

Hence, this post.