The writers’ block

 

    I’ve never written with the intention of meeting deadlines. I’ve always written with absolute peace and clarity. Time was never a factor to be taken in to account. If I was able to relive an event, I would write. If there was a particular incident etched in my mind, I would write. If I were happy or sad I would write. But to write to compete, to write to meet deadlines to write with the intention of meeting deadlines was all very new to me. You see, I am not a seasoned writer. I write what I feel and what I believe. Though I always loved writing it was only once I moved to Kandy that I was able to truly revel in the freedom of writing.

    Writing has brought me immense joy. I love it so much that I really don’t know what to say except that I could obsess over words. It’s so bad that even when my mother gives me advice with the intention of knocking some sense into my brain I marvel at the language she uses even more than the lesson imbedded in the words. I have always been surrounded by words, my dad used to write me letters whenever I was in a difficult situation. Overcoming bullying was down to reading Nick Vujiccics Stand tall, my ability to trudge through hardships was because of Rocky Balboa and his ever so famous quote: “

“It’s not about how hard you can hit, It’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward”

     As you can see words have created a massive impact on my life. So I suppose it is natural to obsess over it don’t you think? Well even then no matter how in love with words and writing one maybe there will be times where words fail us when needed most and the kingdom of beauty that is built through words remains incomplete, stagnant, paused and simply stuck.

     A writers’ block is tough. You WANT to write you know you HAVE to and yet you just can’t seem to get the words. You cannot articulate the words, you can’t even string a decent sentence together. I am currently facing a writers’ block. I feel as though my life has suddenly run out of stories I feel as though I have narrated my entire story. Well, after all I am only 18.

     Sometimes it’s ok to be stuck, being stuck is an indication of a well and much needed break. and sometimes a break is all we need for something marvelous to unravel. And yet sometimes it is the ability to push through despite being stuck that sparks an idea, sometimes writing is done best when you’re not too sure where the story is heading, where it is to end, after all stories are to be made of suspense aren’t they? So as I sit here facing my writers block I will push past this phase and if this is to fail I shall take a break and come back and try writing once again.