I've been avoiding my blog for awhile for a very lame reason. I can't figure out what I want to say, much less how to say it. I feel like I should write more often, but every time I make time to try, my screen and I strike up a blank staring contest instead. (It wins.) Occasionally, I'll have a flash of inspiration --a funny anecdote, an important topic-- but then nothing gets transmitted from my brain to my fingers.
Perhaps I mentally set the bar too high for myself. Let's not kid around, I'm a mommy-blogger, not a Pulitzer-worthy journalist. But I prefer to actually want to read what I write. How can I ask other people to read something I consider dense, dull, and directionless?
A friend advised me to try writing through my writer's block, saving it, and editing out what I don't like. Problem is, even after filling a page, I'd read it a few days later and then delete everything I'd written while simultaneously bashing my head against the monitor. So my new approach is to write about my writing struggles.
This bit has flowed surprisingly well, primarily because I felt no pressure to write this. I just wanted to test an idea and had nothing to lose...except my writer's block.
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