Today is another dull day. There is very little joy. I’ve lost my creative inspiration. I hang on the clock at work. And then I drive home to watch some form of meaningless media. It’s a little depressing. No, it’s very depressing.
With all my blathering about becoming a successful fiction writer, I’ve invested a paltry amount of effort. Words are so valuable and I can feel my vocabulary shrinking, withering away.
What can I do? Writing exercises everyday? How do I force myself into it?