I am uninspired. →[More:]"Working" on my "book" has become a frightening and almost impossible thing, so that I end up doing anything else to avoid it:
Cleaning the house -- normally my least favorite pastime -- has suddenly become a hobby I have embraced with great fervor.
Playing Gem Mine on freeindie.com has also become a strange and seemingly unshakeable habit.
How is it that when I had a "real job" I worked on my novel passionately and frequently, but now that I am a full-time novelist, I can hardly bring myself to write a word?
End whine.