
I used to be a journal writer.Everynight, no matter how tired I am I would make it a point to write something.Somewhere along the way I stopped.College got in the way,night classes,endless exams and just plain laziness.Although I wished I could add gimmicks and partying to the list my nose will probably resembled pinnochio after that. Gimme a break I don't even know what a bar looks like, much less how to gyrate my body on the dance floor,but that's another story.
The moment I stopped writing is the moment I also lost my creativity.For the past five years I've never written a single poem,a short essay and up to now I've never finished my high school short story which I turned only half finished but managed to get the top mark despite of it.
Not that I haven't tried to write...it's just that whenever I got in the middle of it.I lose my concentration and found myself unable to continue.And as I read what I've written I will realized that I am not good enough and I don't have what it takes to be a writer.Like right now for instance.
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posted by Nashei at 5:52 PM

Nevertheless, not having that drive, that passion, that eagerness to create something bound to mystify a thing, a concept, or an idea is not what others pertain to as "writer's block". I remember arguing with a forum member years ago about this and I insisted that we will never lose our creative imaginations and power for writing if we are that determined to turn a plain sight into a majestic view - one that can make others feel as if they have never felt the same emotions, have never been to the same place, have never been trapped in the same situation. It is the rarest of talents that writers can express by living in that oddest of places where others don't care to look. Writing problems will not arise if we only know how to remake the world in words and in dreams.
That being said and of a want for a better ending to justify my distracted thoughts, let me point out that the deeper you feel about something, the deeper is your exploration and approach with regards to that train of thought. The more you want to reconnect, the more that the readers would be entranced with your ideas and style.
Nash, be like a tortoise. If you bear the world's shell and still manage to express your yearnings, pain, loves, joy and of course your life's history - who knows sooner or later you're better than any writer you know. The sad and inescapable truth is that for writers, writing is the only kingdom we will ever have. It is the only home of our soul.