I have some good news, I have started writing again. I overcame the writer’s block and am happy to say it! For those who don’t know, the term, “Writers block” means pretty much how it sounds. A writer’s block is when the writer can’t seem to find the right words to write, often leaving them frustrated. This creative paralysis can strike any writer at any time, regardless of experience or success. The length of the block depends for everyone. Some take days, weeks, or even months to go away, while others might find their thoughts flowing freely again after a short break or change of scenery. It’s a deeply personal struggle that can feel isolating, but overcoming it can lead to renewed inspiration and a deeper connection with one’s craft. Embracing this journey has reminded me why I love writing in the first place, as I rediscover the joy of crafting stories and expressing myself on the page.
If you look at my first post, “Hey there!”, I told you guys why I started writing. But that is only one part of the story. The reason that I started writing is because I was unemployed, giving me nothing to do. That part is true. But why did I keep writing? That’s a whole other ballgame.
About 3 months after I started writing my first book, I got a job. But I didn’t stop writing. I kept writing because, as sad as it sounds, I wasn’t too happy with my life. I tried making friends, but nothing really stuck. Either they would say no, or treat it like a one night stand and never talk to me after hanging out for the first time. Each failed attempt to connect left me feeling increasingly isolated, yet I found solace in the written word. When I wrote, I created a world that never existed before, filled with intricate characters and vivid landscapes that offered an escape from my reality. A world that I can control. Not physically, of course, but in my head, I felt like I was an emperor to another universe, crafting its rules and determining the fate of its inhabitants. I could make them experience joy, sorrow, adventure, and love—emotions that often felt out of reach in my own life. So for the first time in a long time, I felt happy. I even laughed at my writing, a lot, sharing inside jokes with myself that were woven into the narratives, finding humor in the absurdity of my creations, which brought a warmth to my heart amidst the loneliness.
I should also add that I put in some of my real life events along with friends and family. “Lucy” is my little cousin who I absolutely adore; she has a contagious laugh and an adventurous spirit that never fails to brighten my day. Her endless curiosity about the world around her often leads to hilarious situations, and I cherish every moment spent with her. “John” was a childhood friend of mine who just disappeared one day, not for an unknown reason, but because he moved to another state. That’s the reason I named the boy who disappeared, “John”. When Dennis, Layla, and Lucy went to their relative’s funeral, all of the names of the people that attended were my cousins, parents, aunts, and uncles, each representing a piece of our family.
‘Till Nest Time!
-Gregg
P.S. Happy Double Digits!
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