Writer’s block is just the worst.
You sit there typing away your thoughts and ideas but ended up cancelling them all because it doesn’t feel right.
At least on days I’d feel like an impostor, I still had some decent words flowing.
On a day when writer’s block hits, you’d ramble and ended up writing about writer’s block.
But then I said to myself:
“YOU KNOW WHAT! I AM GOING TO FACE YOU”
By writing about you, writer’s block. I don’t even know what you are or where have you come from. (Yes I know you are a part of me) But I refuse to succumb to you because I must post today. I must.
But you can sometimes be a good thing. It could simply mean that I’ve reached a threshold of what I clearly know—which means in the end of the day,
I KNOW NOTHING.
Or… it could simply mean that I need a break.
So, I’ve been sitting here for about 2 hours now but I keep putting drafts on hold (but in fact, I’ve only continued doing this 6 hours later) because my brain is so empty with things that I’d like to share with you—things that matter.
But today is just one of those days that I can’t think straight. I don’t have a clear direction as to where I’d like my post or story to be. It’s everywhere.
Writing is almost like cooking.
You have all the things you need and the tools to do it as well as the perfect taste of what you’d imagine it to be. But in the end, the result would come down to whether you’ve got the right ingredients and how well your execution would be. Having a chef’s palate is a plus, but it is only through multiple practices that one would master their skill.
And just like cooking, you can pretty much modify and edit your recipes before you’d serve them to the world.
Then again, it depends on the palate of the judges or people who’d consume your food—your thoughts and ideas.
I have realised how hard it is to write something that you don’t know much about (fiction in my case) despite having read them my whole life. To be fair though—in comparison to other people I know—I’d fall in the category of a mediocre reader especially when it comes to fiction. I am selective. On top of that, I am a slow reader. So slow. Just because I love books, I’d take my time to finish a book.
Oh, have I told you that I’ve never even read HP? Not even one book? I mean what do I expect to improve if I don’t learn from the best out there right? Not that I’ll ever imagine myself be as good as J.K. Rowling—not even near as good—but I am a believer that if you want to produce the best work, you’d also need to know what’s out there. You can’t just write something that you think is the best.
I have been writing every day last week and I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t think it is realistic to write everyday. Some people may do it but not me. NOT ME.
At least not until I know exactly where I’d like to go with my writing career. At this point right now, I am literally just accumulating experiences as much as I can as a writer.
On days like this, I’d usually just need to loosen up, stay away from the screen for a while and perhaps, doodle?
Or read a book. Or just chill. Not think about anything for a while. Or sleep.
It’s 9 pm now where I live. I honestly no longer know where this is going.
I think it is a win-win for writer’s block and me right now.
I may not write anything but this.
But I still wrote.
And for that, I think I kind of won. I don’t know.