I used to be a writer. When I was four years old, my parents taught me how to read and write my name and address. This was so I could get my library card. The world opened up to me. I was going every day. They had to stay there with me…for hours, until I got my fill…and then have me check out books for third graders. Only then, could I have books that I did not need to return tomorrow. The hours? So I could absorb as many of the books for those my age as possible. On drives, I remember reading all of the stop signs, and lights, and fast food signs…everything.
Within a few years, I begged for a typewriter (this was the late 80s/early 90s), and I GOT ONE! It was amazing. I was SOOOO excited. I wrote ALL OF THE TIME. Not in all caps, like that. I would have chucked those pages. This is for emphasis. I loved it so, though.
I mainly wrote short stories. Even through junior high I was writing, short plays, that would occupy my friends, mainly. In high school? Abysmal poetry was my jam. I thought that if it actually stuck to the rules that it was too mainstream, so a lot of it was complete nonsense.
As an adult, the pressures of life, and my more limited imagination led to this, my blog. I mean, not ONLY this. I wrote at other places on the web as well, but rarely fiction. That marked a bit of a change for me. I loved sharing everything that I was enamored with with the world. It was amazing. It was the grown up version of the e-zine that I had published in high school, only way better.
However, this has change been the biggest. During the last three years I have rarely written at all. Right now I feel the urge to write, and what am I talking about? Writing. No offense to the lovely authors that I adore, but this is often an exercise in how to deal with procrastination and/or writer’s block.
Do nonfiction writers/bloggers get writer’s block? I would have to say yes. Nearly two months ago, I had a huge revelation, but I cannot blame that solely for this. I mean this had been going on for a while.
I do not know my current end game. I only know that this blog will not fully end, not any time soon. I pay to keep it up…every month. I do this for a reason, even if I do not fully know why yet.
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