Writer’s Block

My partner asked me last night - as I was scribbling away my ritualistic end-of-day brain dump - how I always had so much to write about. How do I always have so much to say?!

Firstly, asking me that question put the tiniest seed of fear in me - like a curse taking root and spreading through me like poison ivy. I guess the common fear amongst writers is running out of things to write about, more commonly known as writer's block.

Writer’s block is an evil self-fulfilling prophecy that only grows stronger the more you feed it with worry. So, I write. Every day. Even when there feels like there is nothing to write about, I put paper to pen [or kindle scribe] to write whatever jostling thoughts are buzzing through my brain. Perhaps in doing this I'm not resting my writing/creative side, perhaps in doing this the quality of content is lowered. But then, that's not what this is about.

This is me pouring out my unfiltered thoughts to strip myself down to the bones and bare my vulnerable soul. There is no brainstorming or strategy or planning. My only intention is that by revealing this messy, ratchet, crazy, frantic, humanist of me, that all be able to resonate with whatever imperfect human reads this. For that person to witness the vulnerability of another and know that it's OK to be open and exposed and unfiltered.