(This will probably be something of a formless ramble, which is probably because my thoughts on it are something of a formless ramble, but I need to write it down somewhere and apparently that somewhere is going to be here.)
It’s been two years, give or take a few weeks, since my last post here. Back then I was writing full-steam ahead. I could knock out 1000 words of flash fiction in half a day. I was 15,000 words into a novel with ideas for two others waiting for me to have the time. And I was always, always reading. I usually had two or three books on the go at once. And then I hit a wall.
I thought it was writer’s block. Turns out it was autistic burnout.