I should never say words as if they were final. I once agreed with a writer whom I follow, thatĀ āwriterās blockā doesnāt exist. I even forgot idea supported this, but basically, thereās a reason that a writer couldnāt write. Maybe itās half part true, and part making sense. A writer cannot write the material they want to write when thereās something - a question or a decision that needs to be addressed before moving forward. Itās the same way I havenāt been writing for any of my fics for months now, but I have written in my journals.
I stillĀ have been writing.Ā
So, what Iām trying to say is. I have a writerās block for my stories, for my fics, even though I already know whatās supposed to happen in the next chapters. But all I could write about right now are my feelings and thoughts because there is plenty of it. Itās not inspiration that I need but rather a resolve to my problems. Or even just a gateway to the resolve.
I have recently had my anniversary being here on Tumblr with this account. A year ago, I had all the focus and attention to my writing. I thought about nothing bigger than what the characters of Teen WolfĀ deserve, and I would give it to them. And of course, what fanfic readers like me wanted with their favourite characters and Iād give it to them.
I miss the pure joy I felt from it. Everybody I havenāt seen in a long time thought I had a boyfriend again. I miss the meĀ that was actively writing and thinking about plots and characters. I was on a high. Inspiration would just keep sprouting everywhere. Of course, it wasnāt always like that; but most of the days were. As long as I was writing and thinking about the next chapter, everything else that wasnāt good was bearable.
Right now though, itās not like that at all. My soul is not filled by the joy of writing. I get by, but I easily collapse. This block is taller than me. But even though it is, I could see what the other side of the block looks like. And I canāt focus on the work I need to do right now because of this stupid block.
