I’m burnt out, Gentle Reader, and I don’t know what to do about it.
I’ve hit a point where I don’t know what to write, how to write, and what to do about it. I’m down to about a page a day, so progress, but such slim progress, it doesn’t feel like it counts for anything. I’ve debated taking a break from writing, but that feels counterproductive. I might move my mornings to revision instead of production, and see if that can take me somewhere.
The Postmodern Bluestocking 