I thought my perfectionism had died. I thought I had recovered. Turns out I simply knocked it out cold and chained it up in the basement of my mind aaand…it’s back. It never left, so it can’t be back but it’s controlling me again. I can’t write anymore. At least not the way I want to. I feel like I’m shackled up and have to write with a pen- in my mouth! I end up doodling on the paper because my jaws hurt too much to warrant the effort to write properly.hell to the no.
writer’s block? Nah. Too benign. writer’s paralysis.