Inspire Me

Where has my inspiration gone? I cannot write another installment in 'Learning Curve'. I've tried. For hours, I have sat staring at the screen while the words filter into my mind, but are discarded before I type them. The story is already written, in my mind at least. On paper, I only have the skeleton's of over fifty of these short stories staring some of my most dear creations. I am sorely afraid that this is a side effect of the Paxil. I didn't write for several months when I was on Zoloft last year, and I could not bare it if I leave writing for that long again.

I am thinking about re-writing my third novel. The first two are unpublishable. Creations of my teenage years that are filled with the constant changes in mood that swing from morbid to bubbly and back again. I read them and almost feel sick at the main characters' turmoil and pain. My third novel, however, is about a girl with borderline personality disorder while she's in college. Striving to find acceptance, she becomes an out of control party girl at night, while leading the double life of the "good girlfriend and student" during the day. If re-written, it might actually be something I would send into a publishing house.

I hope everyone has a blessed night, because my apartment is in need of cleaning.

Music: Etta James - At Last
Mood: Pretty Good