Hello readers! As I mentioned in the previous post, I’m back starting today. Thank you so much for your patience and for continuing to read my blog while I was gone. I would especially like to thank those who made comments and suggestions. They encouraged me to come back and continue to do the work I’ve been doing.
Some of you may be curious as to what I’ve been doing while I was gone. (If you are continue to read. If not, it’s okay. I’ll see you Tuesday.) I’ve been working mostly. My best friend (hopefully soon to be boyfriend) came to visit me for a weekend and that was amazing. Some small drama has been going on too. Not sure what the outcome of that will be, but that will be revealed and dealt with soon enough.
I’ve also been trying to dedicate time to write and enter my work into contests. That hasn’t been going well. See readers, writer’s block played a huge roll in my hiatus. Although writing blog posts about current events and social issues is different from writing short stories or poems, they both require a strong voice and creativity. In the months that I stopped blogging I feel that I almost completely lost both. The ideas don’t come as easy. The words don’t flow. Everything sounds stupid and mundane. Everything seems cliché. It just doesn’t sound right. It just doesn’t sound like me.
Somewhere along the line, I’ve lost my voice. I could blame a lot of things like a busy work schedule, problems with relatives, my ex boyfriend. All of these would be acceptable scapegoats, but there’s really only one person to blame. Myself. I’ve let my voice be silenced and my creativity suppressed. The only remedy is to force myself to write and hope things start to click in my head again.
If you’ve ever had a case of writer’s block then you know that this is a lot easier said than done. You delete, erase and tear up everything you write because it just isn’t right. None of the old tricks are working. Music, art, people watching, prompts and free writing all result in dissatisfaction. Maybe I’m trying too hard. Maybe I’m forcing myself into this. Or maybe I just need to find new ways to be inspired. Or…maybe my stint as an amateur writer has run its course.
Enough about me though, reader. How about you? Have you ever suffered from writer’s block or have been unable to do something you love? How did you cope? What did you do to cure your writer’s block or deal with your block? Tell me about it.