Im so deflated and defeated feeling. There is no more water in my well. My pond is so dry it's cracked. My husband was like, "I want you to write a paragraph tonight." I laughed and said, "YOU write a paragraph tonight! I don't work like that."

Of course I didn't do anything again today. No ezine work. Of course no novel work. All I did really was clean and listen to music. I have an appointment with my therapist tomorrow at 8am. Maybe she'll be able to help me. I don't know how, but maybe.

I just don't understand these a authors who can pop out book after book after book! I go through high (period of sleep difficulty, feeling really inspired, and whatever else) followed by a long *** period of low mood where I can't produce anything. My longest lasted like five years! I'M OLD! I DON'T HAVE FIVE YEARS!!!!