I never really knew what writer’s block was until I sat at my keyboard trying to think of something to write and every sniff of mildly interesting thoughts in my head left the building. Maybe it was the realisation that my life really isn’t that interesting enough to write about anymore. Maybe it’s that I’m doing my Scorpio thing and hiding away in my secret little world, not wanting to tell anyone the thoughts milling round in my head.
I can’t quite put my finger on it.
It could be this thing I do every November, where I lose the plot a little. I’ve tried over analysing it to work out why? I’ve got an inkling that my birthday month brings out the diva in me, and I expect perfection. If perfection isn’t delivered, toys get thrown. Or it could be the long nights, lack of sunshine, lack of vitamin D or just a little panic that I’m getting older?
I have no idea why it happens. It just does.
I know I should be writing, it’s just that right now I can’t. believe me, I’ve tried looking for inspiration;
Elf; not that fussed,
Teenagers; same old, same old. messy, hungry.
Fitness; I run & swim, there’s really nothing more to say.
Single mum; yep, that’s me. So what of it.
Vegetarian; I’m flakey.
Friends/family/Relationships; see above.
Christmas; It’s still only November.
And while those jumbled thoughts sit in a fast spin in my head, writing just seems harder. My typing fingers and brain disengage.
That’s the downside of being an online oversharer. A blogger. You get stuck in this contract with the Internet where you feel like you need to tell everyone what’s going on. The good, the bad and the ugly, and if you don’t stick to that contract you start to panic.
I need to tell the world what’s going on!
Look at this hotel I’m staying in / this delicious meal looks delicious / this facecream is amazing!
I’ve contemplated hanging up the blogger’s mantle a few times now. Then I get a message from someone who’s read a post which has helped them normalise whatever situation they’re going through. Usually, it’s becoming a single mum or setting off on the divorce journey. And I realise that being a blogger maybe feel like you’re giving your privacy away at a price, but now and then you help others a little along the way.
It’s just that lately I’m not in the mood to overshare. Is that ok?