It's taken me a year to attempt getting back into writing. I'm not sure why I haven't found my motivation, but it's not totally coming. So here's some background...
Last year I burnt out on seeking representation pretty hard. It was one of those moments of if I don't stop right now, I might say a bunch of stuff that will burn every bridge built and not built. I was angry. I was angry that there were authors getting requests and offers every day. It's not that I wasn't getting requests, because I was, but I never received any feedback at all. It was all too much. The one thing that kept me going was that I knew I wasn't the only one going through this. I wasn't alone, yet I was. I had writer "friends" going through the same thing, but they were online. No one in my physical world had any idea or understanding of what I was going through. For whatever reason, I chose not to share with anyone that I was writing, and being rejected. I was ashamed. By March, it became too much. I thought I would feel better and want to write once summer arrived, but it didn't (most likely because I was moving). Then I figured I would start writing once I got settled in. I tried, I really did, but now I sit down and am blocked.
Maybe I should write something new, but then what would that be?
Inspire me. I want to write.