I was reading Writing Magazine a few days ago and came across an article about writer’s block. It’s something I have always struggled with. I go through phases of no writing at all and I always blame it on writer’s block, I either have too many ideas and can’t seem to pick one or unfortunately, sometimes, I have no ideas at all.
I’m sure all writer’s can relate to this, the ongoing struggle to get the beautiful poetic voice in your head to somehow find its way to the page, to find the right words and put them in the right order and to finally turn an idea into an actual story. However, I’m starting to realize, after reading this article mainly, that it may not be writer’s block.
Every writer has their ‘perfect mood’ to write. Some wait until the world is falling apart around them to finally get a poem on the page and some have to be in a happy state of mind to even consider putting pen to paper. I am the latter. I’ve been through a lot of personal struggles and during this time, I haven’t been writing. Now I feel I am moving away from the shadows and finally feel myself again, I want to write.
Strange isn’t it? Maybe I was intentionally choosing to let life block my writing muse? The events of my life were forcing me to ignore the writer in me. I was so focused on just getting through each day and understand the range of emotions I was feeling. I was failing to do the one thing that helps me get through almost anything and that is to write about it.
I feel like my ongoing battle with depression and anxiety has not only killed my happiness, but my confidence too. I had no belief in myself that I could write anything good, so I didn’t write at all. Silly really. I shouldn’t care if my writing is good or not, I should do it because it’s what I love to do. Only now that I am on the other side of a long, dark tunnel, do I actually see what I have been doing all of this time.
Now, I don’t know if this feeling of being myself will last. So I’m going to make the most of it. My typewriter is sitting on my desk, waiting for me to carve words from my mind and piece together something beautiful. I’m going to do what I do best, I’m going to write and no amount of self-doubt is going to stop me, not this time!
There is nothing more frustrating for a writer than a blank page.
For the last few months there has been a lot of blank pages. I have made no progress with any of my writing projects. I haven’t settled on an idea yet for a novel, I’m not writing poetry or short stories. I’m struggling to write articles and I have to sit down and remind myself to constantly update this blog.
It’s like I have nothing to say. I try my best to write but the words don’t come. I sat down at my typewriter a few days ago. I started to write a short story. I got about ten lines into it when I decided that it was rubbish, I threw it away and sat there with my head in my hands. I was frustrated with myself and I still am. Why can’t I write at the moment? I feel like I have lost all of my confidence and I have no ideas, nothing.
Writers write but right now, I’m not writing. I don’t know what to do. I feel like I have tried everything. I have given myself time, I have tried to read a book to try and get inspired, I have tried writing prompts. Some writers have to feel pain or sadness to write, for me, I think I need to be happy. At the moment, I’m not entirely happy. It’s hard to explain. I feel tired but it’s a tiredness that cannot be fixed by sleep. I don’t find writing enjoyable right now and this is hard for me because writing has always been an escape. I feel like life is trying to bring me down but I have to try and stay positive.
One day soon I will pick up my pen and write, for now, all I can do is wait until that happens…
I haven’t been writing at all lately. I can’t even blame my lack of writing on writers block because I’m not even trying to write anything. I think the problem is that I have far too many ideas but I never pursue any of them. I have my journal which is full of ideas for short stories, poems, scripts and novels. My initial idea for the summer was to start the opening chapter for my dissertation. We only have to hand in 6,000 words but my aim was to get at least 10,000 words to work with when I got back to uni in October but I haven’t even started it and it’s now June.
I have no excuse really – it’s just laziness. I have my work experience three times a week but what about the other four days? I have the same ideas swirling around my head and I wake up in the morning thinking to myself – I will write today. I WILL! But I don’t. I find myself doing other things, pointless things like browsing the internet, listening to music and watching TV shows. It’s not completely pointless though. I have found a lot of my ideas recently from things I have watched, listened too and seen.
I want to be a writer and what I forget is the discipline that is required to do it. I’m not saying I need to make myself write. I’m saying that I need to write. I need put my ideas down pen to paper or type words on to a blank word document. Just something. Summer just makes me lazy. I complain when I am at university and have no time to write stories or novel chapters or poems but now I have all of these free time I’m still not doing it. Lets hope I find the motivation to do some writing soon.