That good old friend, writer’s block. Except it’s not like a good old friend at all is it? It’s like a little creep that sneaks up behind you, surprises you in a bad way and puts you on the back foot for a while.
Well, it’s here. And I know, the irony is not lost on me that I’m writing a tale about writer’s block. But guys, I don’t know what else to do.
And maybe that’s the key. Maybe I need to just write. Write about anything.
Every time I sit down to do so though, I’m just stuck.
Words eventually appear on the page but they’re rubbish. They’re weak. And they don’t convey the message that I want to convey.
It’s not like I haven’t got ideas of what I want to write about either. I’ve got so many ideas. Ideas that are jotted down in my diary, on scraps of paper I’ve found at work, in my drafts and some ideas are even scheduled out in my Gmail calendar.
But nothing happens when I come to write about those ideas.
And it’s killing me.
Okay, not literally killing me but it’s so frustrating.
I’m not enjoying writing anymore. It’s becoming a chore.
And I really don’t like it.
I know there are many ways to help kick writer’s block to the curb.
I could take time away from writing. Write with an actual pen and paper. Read different articles or blogs for inspiration.
I feel like I’ve tried all these at some point and I unintentionally took a break when I went to Nepal last year. I know that did me a lot of good but at the moment, it’s not something I want to do.
It’s just annoying isn’t it? At the beginning of the year, I struggled with figuring out what I want to do with this blog. Then when think I’ve figure it out, I can’t write the words I need.
Any words of advice anyone? Do I just write? Throw myself into it and grow out of this funk, or just grow, that way?
Do I take time out again?