I’m not by any means surprised that my creative fire has burnt out. In fact, I expected it to happen.

Writing four full length novels in one year is a massive feat that will at some point kill your spark. I’m 22k into book three and the spark is out.

But, I’m still worried about it, you know? It’s like having a pet kitten that loves to run and play and watching them suddenly lose all their energy and not want to eat and you’re frantic trying to figure out what’s happening.

Even my emails feel dry.

All my words feel meaningless.

Okay, bye.