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eorI have had a long streak of not being able to write. Not that I write stories or anything, but for a long time I've felt like I couldn't write a shopping list. I had ideas and things I wanted to say, but whenever I'd set down to write them, in any medium, I either couldn't start or would feel completely awful about the start and immediately stop.
Some time, maybe a few weeks ago, that seems to have changed. I don't know what precipitated the change, but things started to slowly shift. I wrote a few things that, though they weren't anything but boring, did at least they came out. Then one night I wrote a letter that I felt came out perfect, or near perfect. Maybe I got my rhythm back. I don't know.
At least now it doesn't feel like an onerous task to write a weekly email to my mum or whip off a few words about a book I've read. I don't claim to be writing any better. At least I feel better about doing the writing.
Some time, maybe a few weeks ago, that seems to have changed. I don't know what precipitated the change, but things started to slowly shift. I wrote a few things that, though they weren't anything but boring, did at least they came out. Then one night I wrote a letter that I felt came out perfect, or near perfect. Maybe I got my rhythm back. I don't know.
At least now it doesn't feel like an onerous task to write a weekly email to my mum or whip off a few words about a book I've read. I don't claim to be writing any better. At least I feel better about doing the writing.
