There are days... weeks... months even when every writer feels like she's at the end of her rope. Maybe you're just tired. Maybe you're battling under the weight of rejection. Maybe your muse has run away to Paris to have an affair with Self-Doubt. Scat Happens. Whatever the reason, whatever the cause... Whatever has brought you to the end of your rope...
Tie a knot and hang on.
This, too, shall pass.
And just so visitors here know they aren't alone, leave a comment talking about a time in your life when you had to tie a knot just to hang on. Better yet, tell us all about gathering the courage to climb again once the knot survived its purpose.
Personally, there are so many knots in my rope, I never have to tie another. I just slide down until I reach the one that will hold me until I get the strength to climb again.