I’ve had a few off weeks, weeks where I have hardly had a desire to write. I know the stories are still there, I just seem to have lost my way of getting them out into the world. I’m in between steps in my writing currently. I can’t bring myself to finish what has been started, to edit what has been finished, or to send off what has been edited. I am lost in everything I want to be, everything I could be, and everything I feel I should be, I am losing who and where I am right now. Then, as I searched for some inspiration to write a post today, I found this reminder. If I want to think of myself as a writer I have one fundamental action to perform; I must write, not just think about writing.