Why is it that as soon a something becomes a “must do” it becomes a “don’t want to”?
I used to write every day. I would wake up in the middle of the night, unable to sleep until I recorded some untimely arrival of thoughts.
Then I got a job writing, and that job destroyed my syntax, bastardised my vocabulary and in the end totally broke me.
Bar a couple of laborious interviews I haven’t written since.
I hope the words come back to me. I don’t want to lose the only thing I have ever been passionate about. I wouldn’t know what to do, or where to start.
So this is me trying not to lose it. If I just start to write -anything at all- maybe it will come back to me. I’ll stop dicking around with my phone on the ferry and scribble in a notebook instead. i’ll stop updating my facebook status, and start keeping a diary.
I’ll stop watching TV shows and start listening to more music (well it can’t all be about writing). I’ll stop consuming and start producing.
And maybe I’ll put some of those things up here, when I feel like I have something worth reading again.
In the meantime I’ll try to be interested enough in the world to put pen to paper.
Yours forever,
Hel
About time! we’ve missed you!
Must admit im just as guilty – a three month creative writing course and im left with four mediocre poems, a short story no one can understand and a profound sense of impending doom (i need 3500 words by the 15th).
oh talent and inspiration, where art thou?
mine forever!
My advice: first thing every morning, set aside some time, and make yourself write. Don’t let yourself stop until you’ve filled a page, or two pages, or whatever (admittedly somewhat arbitrary) amount you decided on. Just write whatever’s in your head. Within days – weeks, at most – you’ll be back to your old self again.