Something happened to me as a writer a few years ago. Something that destroyed my authenticity, flair and rawness as an honest human being. Something that completely rocked my world and caused a lot of turmoil in my life.
I started giving a fuck about what I was writing. I started caring what other people thought of what I was writing. So I started writing the way I thought I 28-year-old mother and wife should write. Coincidently, my writing suffered. Suffered? I mean it SUCKED. It wasn’t me. Well, it was me but it was the me I thought people wanted me to be.
I started blocking the stream of rawness that poured from my head, into my heart, down into my fingertips where I typed it out.
It sucked.
I’ve been enduring a 2 year writers block. Now I have a lot to say.
Posted by reuben on September 2, 2011 at 9:17 pm
Nice to have you back!