If I’m being truthfully honest, I had planned to put up this post at the beginning of the month, but, due to the shameful act of procrastination, and pure, self-determined laziness, I’ve managed to put it off further.
Starting a blog is hard, however, in my experience, maintaining it is harder. I recently encountered a ‘hitch’ figuratively speaking, and that ‘hitch’ was very simple; ‘what on earth am I even meant to write about?’ If you write a blog, then you have to make sure that you use it regularly, otherwise what’s the point? Yet trying to come up with original and interesting material that people might/will want to read is daunting, and you start to wonder whether it’s even worth it.
So the ‘hitch’ escalated beyond recognition, and before I knew it I was suffering from that all-consuming writer’s block. Before that moment I questioned whether writer’s block was even a thing. My writing was going perfectly – I was managing to tap out hundreds of words every day without feeling as though I was taking part in a strenuous task, and I was never particularly scared of the ‘blank page’. At one point I even convinced myself that writer’s block was no more than an excuse made up by writer’s who didn’t feel like writing anymore…How wrong was I! There is nothing more frustrating than knowing that you have a perfectly good story sitting in the side lines, it’s over 50,000 words long (not too shabby) and yet you have NO IDEA how to get the words – any words really – onto the page.
The advice is the same everywhere you look: if you want to be a writer then you must write (creatively) every day. So what happens when you can’t? My mind looks at the words on the page and it strives for something beautiful; something that isn’t far off perfect, otherwise I’m not satisfied. Naturally, on the flip side, my mind now goes into catatonic distress at the notion of writing every day. When I flip through my notebook, I feel really underwhelmed coming across unfinished sentences, or just a single (not very good) word for my day’s writing, because deep down I know that it is a pointless ramble which will in no way, shape or form help create something which I would be proud of. I’d sooner rip the page up than post something just for the sake of writing every day, because I know that I’m not perfect, so it would be virtually impossible to write something that was up to my own standards every day. If I can’t please myself, then I’m not going to be able to please anybody reading my work. Simple. So with all that in mind, I started again.
Writer’s block is a thing and personally, I have found that there to be a number of occasions recently where it has been POINTLESS to push through it. Writing is supposed to be a passion; my passion, yet it has become a task just for the sake of writing an unfinished sentence every day. Eleanor Roosevelt said that “the future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams” so instead of pushing yourself to write something that you find truly pointless and mediocre, only concern yourself with writing something that you know is going to please you.
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