I developed my love of reading and writing at a very young age. When I was 5 I read Charlotte’s Web out loud to my Mom. It’s a 4th grade book so she was pretty impressed lol. Writing used to be so easy for me. I would just sit down, take out paper and later my laptop, and away I’d go, off on an adventure. It was an escape and a passion that brought me joy. I even had a few poems published years ago. I never struggled to find the right words to convey the sentiment of each particular piece. I love English Literature so much, I majored in it in college.
When my Mom passed away, in addition to a lovely twitch above my right eye (thank god that stopped a few weeks later, thank you zanax lol), I developed my first case of writer’s block. No matter how much I tried, I just couldn’t write a thing. This went on for a long time, a few years. It is now 6 years later, and while I have obviously started writing again, it still isn’t what it used to be.
Funny, I never ever expected to have trouble in this particular area. Words have always come so easily and I guess I thought they always would. I actually pretty much took it for granted that whenever I was ready, I could just go back to it without missing a beat. Boy, was I wrong! Just one more thing that sucks about getting older huh? LOL
Or maybe it’s more of a use it or lose it proposition? I truly hope all my creativity is just lying dormant and hasn’t completely dried up.
I think I will endeavor to write a little each day, hoping that will inspire me.