I thought that when I started University I would have more time and possibly more reason to write. After all, I'm doing a degree in writing. I'm devoting my life to writing; I should be able to string a few words together into a few sentences that I am happy with. So I guess it won't surprise anybody if I say that I am stuck again.
I think what really makes it worse is that I have been surrounded, constantly, by these people who love to write, who aren't plagued by their own mindblocks. I know someone who is committing herself to write 5000 words a day for a month. If that's not confidence in her ability to write, I don't know what is. Last time I sat down to write, I got 141 words done before I faltered. That was much earlier this week.
I know people who can sit through a crowded lecture and just write. Even though the teacher is blabbing on about Baudrillard, even though the room is full of people whispering, even though she's getting about a text message a minute, she's still filling page after page in her notebook with fantastic stuff.
So maybe that's my problem right there. I'm not focussed, and I'm certainly not zen about the whole thing.
Hopefully things will turn around over my massive mid year holiday from school. If not, I suppose I could always work at K Mart.