I feel like I've been plied with rhohypnol and led into a dark alley, mugged and woken up in some hellish version of Silent Hill.
Who am I? What was I writing?
How do I even pick up where I was up to?
I'm in a bit of a hole really. I want to write, but I feel like what I'm currently writing in my solos is an unadulterated bag of shit.
Maybe I should strip back those solos and do some new shit.
