This summer, I burned out.
I touched on this in my post last week with a few brief paragraphs about why I’d disappeared from most of my online platforms. Part of me wanted to leave it at that, but even as I kept my personal update short, I knew I had more to say. After all, my goal with this blog is to be transparent about the realities of my writing journey, both ups and downs.
Burnout seems to be in the air at the moment. Multiple writers have mentioned to me that they are either grappling with burnout or have grappled with it in the recent past. “You’re not alone,” they tell me, and the admission carries palpable relief.
It makes sense. Burnout has always haunted the realm of creative work. For some of us, even the best of us, fallow periods and self-doubt come with the territory.
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