Farewell, Writer’s Block.
If you would not be forgotten as soon as you are dead, either write something worth reading or do something worth writing.
– Benjamin Franklin
In the years I’ve tormented myself with the fact that I can’t write, I feel I’ve done a lot worth writing about.
I don’t know if I’ll ever feel like I can express myself the way I seemed to be able to when I was young and loved to write. Volumes of tattered little journals from dollar shops. But the important thing is to just keep writing. Even if it’s shit. Even if the grammar sucks. Even if the points aren’t coherent. Even if the cadence of the sentences sounds off tune. Even if the overuse of definitive articles reminds me of how many years I’ve had to churn out dry blog posts to meet a word count.
I guess it’s sort of like not feeling like yourself.
Just keep doing the things the person you knew would do until you become that person again.