Writers block is real. Sitting staring at a blank screen for hours, intermittently staring out of the window watching the World pass without me in it. Trying to put down thoughts in an organised way isn’t easy.
But, more difficult is editing. I self–publish and I enjoy the writing part when I am not blocked. The editing is beyond tedious. The first pass isn’t too bad, but by the tenth you don’t find the funny bits funny nor the sad bits sad and all of the drama is no longer dramatic.
Why did I choose to bloody write?
For anyone interested in reading badly written, sweary (very sweary) books about my life then there are two out on kindle and another coming as soon as I can get my arse into gear and finish editing it.
check out:
FOOD by Tracey Devlin
The Fat Girl’s guide to trekking by Tracey Devlin