I'm something of a writer myself.

Iam sitting here staring at a blank canvas as it stares at me back as if to mock me for my apparent creative impasse. 'You're supposed to be a writer, so write', it gleefully whispers in contempt. Try as I might, I remain as blank as my canvas, only less smug. 

I don't want to admit it but even a blind man can see I am suffering from a case of the writer's block. I'd blame it on lack of inspiration but even I am not that good a liar. If I'm being honest, inspiration is always there if I look hard enough. Normally, even something mind-numbingly mundane was enough to get my creative juices going, good old days those. Nowadays anything I write, I erase - if at all I can get out a couple of lines. 

I suppose everyone is due a tough time once in a while. I just didn't read the part about self doubt and the whole accompanying shebang. 'You're not cut out for this, you're not even good', my still very blank paper rages on. Iam a very rainbows and sunshine kinda guy and normally I'd be like 'shut up and yes Iam!' . Today's different however and this dumb piece of paper, however smug, does have a point. Maybe I'm not good enough, maybe I'm not even good. Who knew a blank sheet would be this convincing. If anything, I just string a bunch of random words together and people seem to fall for it - the jig was gonna end some time anyway.

So anyway, I'm still at it. I'm embarrassed to admit I have indeed been bested by an A4 sheet that in my defense, drives some very strong points. Now if you'll let me, I'd like to return to wallowing in my self doubt. Who knows, maybe I'll end up on the cover of a book which in a stunning coincidence, also has me as the author. 

With uncertainty,

_storyteller.

 

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  1. Anonymous8 July 2023 at 10:23

    Same here

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    1. _storyteller008 July 2023 at 12:59

      I hope you get through it

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    2. Anonymous8 July 2023 at 20:09

      I almost laughed at how you ended with "With uncertainty", but I immediately feel guilty because I can relate with the "impasse"😢

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    3. _storyteller008 July 2023 at 22:35

      you can laugh with guilt 😆

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