Last year was, well, a bust. I managed to read only 69 books even though I wasn’t working most of the time because of my pregnancy. You would think that with all that free time I’ll sit on my ass and get some more reading done. Yeah… no.
It turns out that the most common reason for not being able to write – which applies to me and many, many others – is the lack of ideas or inspiration. Some have a hard time starting their story, others write themselves in the corner, others write without a problem but struggle with making the story come to life.
Last year I’ve made a similar post with a very long and compulsive list of books I felt I should read – all those I had at home gathering dust and calling to be read. Unfortunately life got the better of me and I got carried away with planning a wedding, honeymoon, trips and generally working so I got nowhere near where I wanted to be.
After careful consideration I have decided I needed time away from writing. Don’t get me wrong, I feel the urge to write every day but I have realized that everything I am writing now is… shit. Well, not fully, there may be a good idea here and there and a good description once in a while but I know, I know I can do so much better if I get a clear perspective.