I’ve been asking myself that question increasingly often of late.
I’ve been finding it hard to think of things to write about, and the very urge to write seems to have diminished.
Admittedly, I’ve been operating under difficult constraints this month: huge amounts of time devoted to househunting/packing/moving, attendant stress and shortage of sleep, being cut off from the Internet for a week, and striving to observe a self-imposed word-limit on my posts.
But I fear I may have burned myself out on this blogging lark.
It probably doesn’t help that so much of my work these days – virtually all of it over the past two months – is writing. If you’re bound to the keyboard for 5 or 6 hours a day to earn a crust, writing starts to lose its appeal as a restorative hobby.
Or maybe I’m just running out of stories to tell??