I have lost all inspiration.
And in the midst of my favorite time of year, even. How is that possible? I, of course, am completely out of answers for that. But still, it seems that I can't write anymore. And it's the strangest thing because I've never had a block like this before. It's not just sitting down and writing down complete shit that doesn't even sound good, it's sitting down and not being able to pen a single word.
Naturally, all of these unfortunate circumstances always happen at the most inconvenient times. I have a seven-page paper on the effects Vietnam had on America due on the fifteenth (eleven days!) and I can't even start it. I was in the middle of the second chapter of the book I'm doing for a novel contest and I can't even progress the plot to the central conflict.
I've never been this frustrated with my writing before and I have no idea how to fix this.
UGH.