I am having a serious writer's block, one that is not abating and with no end in sight. It's unlike me. I was always known-all through school, to be able to write about any random topic in the world at the drop of a dime. And now, as I am trying to eke out a coherent article about the gubernatorial elections, words and sentences fail me miserably. I feel as though all the English vocabulary where I can usually string coherent and articulate sentences together have taken a leave of absence.
I wake up thinking everyday about writing about relevant current event topics and God knows there are a million to choose from but at this present moment in time, they all fail me. I feel as if a brick has been lodged in my head and it's there to stay. My critical searing and acerbic pen has abandoned me. I don't know what to do. How can this be when I want to be a professional writer? Professional writers have deadlines and they must adhere to them or else they are out of a job. And how are columnists like Maureen Dowd able to write interesting funny and relevant articles everyday, such as "texting is the new lipstick on the collar"-in reference to Tiger Woods. That's brilliant, hits the nail in the coffin.
We are living in the most exciting time in history and I have nothing, a big fat zero. I am so incompetent as a writer.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
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