#5 Writer's Block

Hello Again,
You know for a blog with the word "writer" in it, I sure don't blog about writing very often. Honestly, I've been neglecting my books for a while now. I recently wrote a paragraph or two, but that's all. I have to edit the first and second book too, and I haven't sat down to start it yet. I've edited it a little, but there's still things to change and fix and for some reason I can't motivate myself to sit down and do it. It would take maybe a day of working on it for eight to ten hours, but I can't seem to start. I'm kinda just holding onto the hope that someday soon the writing bug will come back and I'll get back to writing all the time, and then editing will be easier to begin as well. It just sucks that I'm not writing like I think I should be. It's something I love, but I can't get myself to work on it, and I feel like I'm doing something wrong because of that.
I sometimes think of being a writer like being a sponge. We soak up information and inspiration by doing things like reading, researching, watching television - anything that involves observing a story and taking mental note of what you like and don't like, what themes and twists and character traits you admire or are fascinated by. But sometimes you're like a sponge being squeezed. All that water, or in this case information, comes out of you, and you write, using that inspiration to motivate you and spark new ideas. Right now I feel like a sponge in a sink full of water. I'm absorbing information and stories and I'm working on my paintings, but I'm not writing hardly anything. I guess I'm writing this though . . . that's something.
It just sucks to feel like you ought to be doing something (especially something you enjoy) but even when you try to, you feel off, the words don't flow like you wish they would.
Everything gets better eventually, though. I just have to wait and keep trying.
Goodbye for now; take care.
-V

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