The thing I am having a hard time with of late is that I can't find the drive to write everyday. I think about my writing every day, I develop my story in my head every day, I read on this board everyday, I even work out little documents with all the traits and information about my world and characters almost every day, and yet still, when I open that only word document that really matters, it can go two ways: 1. I get into it, but since I work a full-time job and my weekends are mostly filled with social responsibilities, time is limited, and before I know it the clock says 11PM and it's time to hit my pillow if I don't want to feel like having slept in the woods at work. 2. I stare at my page for 15 minutes, type some sentences, then think "nah, this isn't it". I then hit that cross in the top-right corner of my screen in despair and watch a movie or read some news sites, ridden with guilt. What I find strange is that it wasn't always like this. I used to race back from work and get going, loving every minute I spent editing sentences or letting it just flow out from my keyboard. I feel disconnected, and it's a terrible feeling. It feels like a part of me that I love and I know I need to develop is slowly fading away. Perhaps it's analysis-paralysis that has taken a hold of me. Perhaps I think too much about this all instead of just doing it and thinking about what matters; my stories. I guess it might just be a stage every aspiring writer goes through at some point, but right now I feel hopeless and detest myself for being such a procrastinator (I know I'm not, but it feels that way). Have you ever experienced something like this? And if so, how did you handle it?