I have a lot to write in a relatively short period of time, and seem to be experiencing some dual-personality roadblocks. I constantly veer between manic panic, in which my thoughts become a frantic, profanity-filled, fever-pitched screech, and being dragged under by the quicksand-like embrace of ennui. I have no practical reason to be bored. I have dozens of pages to write and a graduate program to choose for next year. Like a serious actor, I need to find my motivation.
