This article is by E.L. Skip Knox.
I don’t get writers block, but I do get something that’s just about as bad.
Writer’s fatigue, sometimes simply known as burnout.
I can write, that’s not a problem. But sometimes I get tired. I get more than tired, I get weary. Writing becomes a burden. I write in a basement room and some days I can feel that burden descend on my shoulders as I descend the stairs. I know what I have to do, but I have no enthusiasm for doing it.
Developing one’s confidence as a writer isn’t easy. I can’t speak for anyone else, but I know my own path has been an arduous one, and confidence waxed and waned along the way.
If you’re reading this article you might be thinking two things:
This is Father’s Day weekend, and I am a stay-at-home dad with three young sons and a daughter who will be born sometime next week.
It’s becoming easier and easier for people to put books down these days. With so many entertaining distractions in the world, writers have to fight for readers’ attention more than ever.
I began my life-long journey with martial arts at the age of eight, when my mother enrolled me in my first judo class. Being a very small boy, she thought that it would give me strength and confidence. It gave me those, plus much more.