Oh the tragedy of it all! It's been months now since I last put pen to paper and although the words are clammering in my head to be strung into sentences I've been unable to maintain enough focus or motivation to do so. I've lost faith in my ability as a writer. I read back on those pieces that are completed or are awaiting editing and I shudder at the poor grammar, the depthless characters, the lack of complexity and interest.

I want to write, I feel the need for it every day. It's all I've wanted to do since I was in primary school and used to write stories and make books during the holidays. It's what I invisage myself doing when I'm old and grey and barely able to see past the end of my nose.

So why this sudden inability to actually write?

Most likely it has something to do with recent heartbreak and shattered dreams. But surely even this should inspire me to create a masterpiece, an epic tale of love and loss, rather than leaving me feeling unable to do the thing that I enjoy so much.

Well, I suppose I shall just have to keep plugging away at it, putting a few lines on paper each day until I begin to see the point of it all again. Let's hope it happens soon.