Writing is a strange thing.
Some days, the words arrive faster than I can type them. The characters shout, the scenes unfold, the world feels close enough to touch, and I can lose hours without even noticing. Other days, I can sit in front of the screen with every intention of writing and somehow feel like I’ve forgotten how stories work entirely.
Lately, I’ve been in the second place.
I’ve been struggling with writer’s block, and not the gentle kind where you just need a cup of tea and a quiet...