Confessions From a Writer Who Stopped Writing

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questions haunted me as I didn’t have a definitive answer to any of them.Most of all, my goal of writing consistently for a year was laughing at me.I was able to come up with multifarious reasons for why I wasn’t writing, but the realization dawned on me: they were all excuses and not reasons. Once this realization set in, I was filled with guilt and self-hate.When the hating started, I knew it was an indicator to look at the whole situation in a new light. At this juncture in my life, if not anything, I have at least learned not to compromise on my peace and well being for anything, even for being out of discipline.And, that’s exactly what I did. There wasn’t any specific ritual I went through to get back, it was just plain picking myself up and writing again.Funnily, once I started writing, self-hate was replaced with self

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-doubt.What if people have forgotten about my writing? What if I no longer have the same steam I used to? Will people even want to read what I have written after so long?When the answer to all of the above questions turned out to be “I don’t care”, it felt liberating and it gave me the much-needed drive to keep writing. When the writing continued by ignoring the emotions, I started noticing the old familiar feeling of the “flow”.When Golden State Warriors’ Stephen Curry returned to the game of basketball after recovering from an injury, he was seen mumbling “I’m back” after scoring. I may not share the exact same emotion as Curry, but getting back to the subtle art of producing words was certainly satisfying.Ever abandoned a project in between? It is never too late to get back.Thank you for reading!</article></body>

Confessions From a Writer Who Stopped Writing

The last time I wrote was 24 days ago.

For someone who tried to worship the God of “consistency”, it was a huge blow to my belief system.

I attempted to get back a couple of times but failed miserably.

Only unfinished drafts were getting saved.

Did my muse abandon me? Have I lost the art of writing? Am I not capable of doing any activity consistently? Or, have I been struck with the famous “writer’s block”?

These questions haunted me as I didn’t have a definitive answer to any of them.

Most of all, my goal of writing consistently for a year was laughing at me.

I was able to come up with multifarious reasons for why I wasn’t writing, but the realization dawned on me: they were all excuses and not reasons. Once this realization set in, I was filled with guilt and self-hate.

When the hating started, I knew it was an indicator to look at the whole situation in a new light. At this juncture in my life, if not anything, I have at least learned not to compromise on my peace and well being for anything, even for being out of discipline.

And, that’s exactly what I did. There wasn’t any specific ritual I went through to get back, it was just plain picking myself up and writing again.

Funnily, once I started writing, self-hate was replaced with self-doubt.

What if people have forgotten about my writing? What if I no longer have the same steam I used to? Will people even want to read what I have written after so long?

When the answer to all of the above questions turned out to be “I don’t care”, it felt liberating and it gave me the much-needed drive to keep writing. When the writing continued by ignoring the emotions, I started noticing the old familiar feeling of the “flow”.

When Golden State Warriors’ Stephen Curry returned to the game of basketball after recovering from an injury, he was seen mumbling “I’m back” after scoring. I may not share the exact same emotion as Curry, but getting back to the subtle art of producing words was certainly satisfying.

Ever abandoned a project in between? It is never too late to get back.

Thank you for reading!