I’m not really in a good place, it’s been creeping up on me for a few days. Today I’m just waiting for tomorrow, when I’m off to Port Eliot Literary festival, (Port Eliot LitFest) to meet interesting people. Life is ok, I have some interesting writing projects in the pipeline, I have festivals coming up, and I’ve been meeting up with good friends.
I just don’t feel inspired, or motivated, I just feel flat. Maybe it’s the thought of camping in the rain, or not believing I have the confidence to make it as a writer even though I know I can write, or the pending eviction notice when the landlords sell my flat.
Whatever it is I’m hoping tomorrow will bring back a smile inside.
I just don’t feel inspired, or motivated, I just feel flat. Maybe it’s the thought of camping in the rain, or not believing I have the confidence to make it as a writer even though I know I can write, or the pending eviction notice when the landlords sell my flat.
Whatever it is I’m hoping tomorrow will bring back a smile inside.
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