Long night thoughts – A writing update

I don‘t exactly suffer from writer‘s block these days. I force myself to sacrifice sleep and rest to write and write, but nothing good seems to come of it. This happens. It has happened before, and eventually I have found my routine again, and I created things that I liked again. Still, whenever I run into this wall in my head, it makes me so nervous. I am at risk at giving up my dream of writing, and that must not happen again!
Maybe it‘s the long nights. They do something with my brain. Not just the winter depression which I am currently fighting with Vitamin pills and forced walks before sunset, but my writing problem might be related. I don‘t really feel the words, I feel like a whining Baby, and I want to watch Harry-Potter-movies until it‘s finally Christmas and eat cookies until I have put on more weight than I can ever lose within the next year.
Important thing: I don‘t feel the words, I don‘t feel an urge to write and I don‘t really feel myself. This sounds more scary than it is. It simply means that I cannot come up with spicy headlines, or put my deepest nightmares into words that have rhythms and cut through thoughts. I don’t feel it at the moment.
The writing update this is: I can‘t wait to write my dark, romantic and terrifying poetry again. Or to tell another short tale about the weird existence of my witch. The first third of the witching novel waits to be edited!
But for now, my brain won‘t work. I will try anyways, so please don’t be too tough on me if my next few posts are shit. I feel like shit already.