Writer’s Block

Hello, friends! I’ve been revisiting my drafts on here, and while some of them are not worthy of seeing the light of day, this one I thought was compelling and still all too true.

I’ve written a blog post before about ways to combat writer’s block, but gosh, does writer’s block feel terrible. I want to write, I feel like I NEED to write, but sometimes I feel like I’ve never had an original thought before and that if perhaps, by some miracle, I did ever have one, just one, small, longe, original thought, there will never be one again.

And that’s where I am now.

I see people’s creativity and I’m so envious of it. Where I should take inspiration from it, I just sit in envy.

Creativity comes in waves, sometimes it feels like you have too many ideas that you could never possibly have enough time to express them all and sometimes it feels like you have no ideas whatsoever and yet you still manage to have no time to express them all.

I suppose this post is me trying to write through my writer’s block. The best advice I’ve received was to write through the writer’s block. Keep writing. A whole page of nonsense if you have to. Is that what this is? Nonsense? Perhaps. Maybe nonsense has a place.

I’ve been writing these blogs, but I’ve been neglecting my creative writing. Blog writing, at least the way that I do it, differs greatly from writing poetry or a short story. I’ve thought about adding some of my creative writings to my blog, but I suppose it still makes me a little bit nervous to share it.

I want to write things, good things. And with most things, perfectionism gets in the way. All I want to do is write. I want to write things that are important to me and maybe things that can end up being important to other people.

I make an active effort to try to write every single day. But more often than not, my writing sessions turn into me staring at a blank screen and/or writing the same sentence over and over again. Slightly different, but never quite right. And I suppose that’s just part of the writing process. Writing, hating your writing, having a brief, fleeting moment where you think that maybe, just maybe, there’s the tiniest of chances that you’ve written something good. That moment is, of course, over quite quickly and you find yourself back where you started.

But is it not worth it, even still, to have written anything at all? I think it’s absolutely worth it. And so here I am, friends. Writing through the block, trying to flex my muscles.

XOXO,

Mattie Mae