If I'm in a slump, I ask myself for advice.
My biggest excuse to others and myself was that I had writer's block, as if it was some kind of illness.
I haven't got the energy to write now.
Some days I can't get an idea, and I think, 'Man, I'm just washed up,' but it's just a mood.
I was in a very deep, dark slump, and I needed to find a way to get myself out of it. I had to force myself back out into life, back out into experiencing things.
Invention flags, his brain goes muddy, and black despair succeeds brown study.
Strangely, when I totally emerged from this slump I couldn't comprehend how I had almost drowned it it.
It's frustrating not to play well.
However much I try, I can't shake off the effects of the yips.
