Take Comfort in the No-Blog
I have always loved to write. I used to stay up until the middle of the night when I was a teenager, writing intricate plots between fictional characters which bore suspicious resemblance to people in my life. I usually started stories with a fervor and then let them lay partway through their finished state. And this was due to something all writers experience – a wane in inspiration.
As I re-visit my own blog (half expecting something new to be there, except that I haven’t written anything new), I ask myself why I’m not blogging. I am experiencing writer’s block. Then I remind myself that there is comfort in not feeling inspired. When, in my life, did I write the most volumous and passionate pieces of literature? I wrote when I was experiencing the most turmoil and uncertainty and tragedy. So if you log on to my blog and it’s been a while since I wrote anything truly inspiring, I ask you to smile for me. My life is beautiful and wonderful. I am a very lucky girl.