Brick by Boring Brick

I’m fighting my writer’s block

Theresia Tanzil
Jan 11 · 2 min read
Photo by Ankush Minda on Unsplash

So. I’ve been constipated, metaphorically.

Haven’t been publishing anything for the past…… 6 months? And it has been causing low-key stress and anxiety, gnawing away.

I want to get things out there. I want to ship.


It’s not that I haven’t been writing or researching or thinking about anything. It’s just that I haven’t published any of them.

I get streams of thoughts and ideas all the time. And I keep track of them, link them, organise them, try and make sense of them, every day,

Hoping my brain will process these in the background and suddenly conjure a brilliant angle and the right set of words.

That eureka moment.

But the fastest way to reach thought coherence and get a set of articulate words crafted is by sitting down and face the words.

I know that.

Yet I don’t do.


I want to produce tight piece of post. Yet many times when I start writing, the words start snowballing moving towards an evergreen essay or comprehensive mega posts on certain topics.

By then I know I better chunk it to more digestible pieces, to attack it more systematically, and decide what level of abstraction I need to extrapolate to. Playing with tradeoffs.

To step back and clarify to myself again: what was the one thing I am trying to say here?

Sometimes I have no idea what the main point is.

But I know if I don’t start typing, I will never find out.

That muscle of sheperding one’s thoughts to make one point and one point only. I know I need to flex and train that.


Today I am giving myself the permission to share unfinished thoughts and publish half-baked pieces.

Standalone thoughts. Single datapoints. Simple anecdotes.

Does not need to be part of a larger argument. Not to make a broader point. Not yet part of some framework, tactics, or utility.

Thoughts that are OK as it is, just being there, without serving any grand purpose.

Publish insignificant thoughts in good enough words.

People will be able to understand what I am saying. Either right now, or eventually.


I have been paralysed by the desire to only show the shiny final product. A formidable set of words that take the readers on a journey.

Writing is rewriting. I know that.

Yet I don’t do.

So because consistency is really one of my superpower. I guess I need to suck it up and start laying brick by boring brick in public.


Originally published at Proses.ID.

Theresia Tanzil

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This is where I ask questions and talk to myself | Backend web dev, web scraping, Robotics Process Automation | How < Why | Solution Architect @scrapinghub.com

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