I’ve lost that loving feeling

What do you do when you don’t want to write anymore?

I always envisioned writer’s block as this fabulously dramatic experience where a writer’s desire to write and write well was staunched by some unseen hand at the throat of their creativity.

And I knew the day would come when I would personally experience writer’s block. I would run out of ideas! I would run out of adjectives! I would run out of time! But never, never, ever, ever did I think I would run out of WANT.

But that’s where I am. I simply don’t WANT to write.

It’s not glamorous or moody or even worthy of this blog post. It’s kind of pathetic. 

When I wrote TEMPUS, you couldn’t STOP me from writing. I wrote in the bathtub. In the car. I would fill up the notepad on my phone with ideas while pumping gas. But lately, I don’t feel like writing at all. I sit down at my laptop and I stare at the keys. I visit my 2-3 revolving websites (Shamefully: People.com, Pinterest, and Facebook), and then I stare at the keys some more.

But that stops today. Today I am going to commit to writing even though I don’t want to. Because I am a writer now. And if I take myself seriously, I can’t be unproductive. I HAVE SEQUEL DUE OUT IN TWO MONTHS, PEOPLE!

My challenge to myself: 10 pages of edits on existing work and 1 page of new manuscript every day for 5 days a week. 

What do you do when you don’t want to write anymore?