I never thought about what can possibly be a writer’s bock since I have encountered one. I want to write, I need to and my hands crave for running rapidly on the keyboard but my mind is blank. I keep staring at the screen for a long long time and then think about taking a break and writing after some time. After watching the new episodes of How I met your mother my mood has changed to a bit funny mode and I finally prepare for writing again. 10 minutes….20 minutes….30 minutes….And my mind is blank again.
My life is basically like a stagnant pond these days. Nothing to do except sitting beside my laptop and watching seasons and writing and reading and……struggling with this writer’s block. I am not a writer and I can never become one if it continues poking me. What should I write, fiction ? Non-fiction ? I am too scared to do that anymore. And why should anyone care about what I write? I am not a magical writer who fascinates his readers with creative stories and innovative thoughts. I am just a simple person struggling with things sitting in my room.
I don’t know when did writing become my hobby. I never had any, before that. It’s been six months since I’v started writing but it seems like I won’t learn writing ever. I don’t even know why am I writing that and whether I’d post it or not…. These are useless stupid thoughts. There is no point in sharing this kind of absurd piece, right ?
But I am mad and you know that. So I’d post it without reading what I’ve already written. Hope you people are doing fine with writing and with your life. Have a good day 🙂