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When writing feels impossible!
But you miss it anyways…
Non-members can read here.
The cursor blinked at me, mocking my silence. Day turned into weeks, weeks into months. The stories I wanted to tell remained unwritten.
To be honest, life got busy — moving to Bangalore, a new city, and settling into a new job. The pressure to write something good kept me from writing at all.
Sometimes, words don’t flow, and that’s frustrating. I felt it in these two months. There were days when I just wanted to keep my phone down, start my laptop, and start writing. But, at times, it was tiredness, and sometimes, it was just writer’s block, I suppose. Sometimes, just food is not good — thus not feeling good. It was always something not to write.
In this entire time span, I felt guilt for not writing, I doubted my creativity, I even felt, and this is was the biggest one — the longer I waited, the harder it got. On some days, I tried to think of some ideas to write about; alas, nothing came to my mind. As a result, I kept scrolling through my feeds. In one word, I felt stuck.
Finding a way back was getting tougher for me wth every single passing day. For two days, my work has been a little bit less hectic (touchwood 😜), which made me think, at-least open the damn laptop. Rest, will see, and this…
