I wonder if anyone here has experienced, or is experiencing, something similar to what I'm going through right now.
Here's the deal: About nine months ago, during a three-week span in November, I sat down and wrote a book. It was my third book, the previous two having been consigned to fireplace kindling long ago. It was a decent length, weighing in at around 80,000 words or so. Feeling fairly self-satisfied, I set it aside and began my standard three-month cooling-off period. Three months later, with eager anticipation, I picked up the manuscript, blew the dust off the title page, and opened 'er up.
I have yet to recover from the experience. It was a travesty. The words thunked around like hollow blocks tossed onto a sidewalk. The characters were stiff and lifeless. The plot... oh, gods, the plot. I couldn't even figure out what was going on, and I wrote the thing.
I haven't written a word of fiction since. Well, that's not entirely true. I've flapped my fingers halfheartedly at a few ideas here and there, but I can rarely get past 2,000 words or so anymore. Every time I begin to write, I'm swamped by a sense of dread. I feel like I've killed my muse.
It's like a writer's PTSD. Has anyone here experienced something similar? If you have, how did you overcome it? I've tried just wading into the manuscript with a flashing red pen, but I don't even know where to start with the edit. I've tried beginning a new project, with the results I mentioned before. I've even tried giving up on writing altogether (which is the path I'm closest to taking right now), but I just can't seem to leave it alone.
What do you think, internet? Is there hope? Can I be cured?



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