I used to be prolific.
I used to have 3-4 Word documents open at the same time. I was always on a writing roll. Whenever I was stumped for one story, I'd jump to the next. It worked for me: I was always writing something . Now? Not so much. I got pregnant, bought a house and dealt with everything that entails. I felt guilty, not writing, but whenever I sat down, I would look around the appartment and realise I still have more packing or unpacking to do. So, I didn't write. Then I gave birth and any thought of writing flew out the window. Well, not so true. I would rock him at night, and sentences or scenes would enter my mind. I play around with the thought, the words and I'd get excited at the prospect of these ideas. Then, I'd lay my baby down to sleep... Thought forgotten. Now? I have time to write. But try as I might, nothing's coming out. I wrote scenes, or memories and that was fine. But the stories just aren't working. I have several ideas of characters and such but the plots a...