Yes, it is back. After a good string of months filled with varying degrees of writing success, the flow of ideas and the passion for writing has nearly dried up entirely. I haven't written more than a handful of pages (all of it bad, unusable prose at that) for the last couple of weeks. Writer's block has again become me.
Self-doubt, discouragement, and general apathy are all culprits of this new development. However, today I will force myself to put pen to paper, to fill pages, regardless of the quality. I will remind myself that I am not writing to be rich, not to be the best, not satisfy anyone but myself because I love the act of it.
When I have broken through this malaise, this space will be among the first notified.