Quiet and peace fill the house. I’m in my favorite wool sweater with my cup of coffee and a Dove dark chocolate—perfect conditions for writing. But the joy is gone.
I want to enjoy writing the book, not simply anticipate the joy of having written it. But today I don’t want to write the book, I wish it were finished.
Anybody else every feel like that? How do you get the joy back? Do you just plow through miserably? Take a break and do something else? Voodoo?
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