Writer’s Block
I’m on assignment right now, which is fantastic. I spent all day on Wednesday running around Boston trying to talk to various businesses around the city whom, frankly, couldn’t be bothered with my questions. This is perfectly okay with me too because I know that I’m writing something again, something that actually matters, and this is a very good thing. Needless to say, I love it. It’s so 180 degrees differently than what I do every day and it makes writing more enjoyable. Finding out more about your skills as a writer can be exceptionally enlightening and incredibly frightening too. For instance, right now, I am in the middle of perhaps the worst writer’s block of my life. I’m rusty thanks to not writing anything “real” in a good six months, and am paying no attention to the phrase “word count.”
I know what I want to say and I know how to say it. How to write it, though, is a completely different territory. I’ll begin to type a few words on my Macbook and then not like how they look. I’ll like how they sound, but not the way they read. Within here lies my problem. I feel like I use all of the same words, always. Just as a test, I back-read what I wrote here, on a blog, and realized I repeat myself and re-iterate some words and phrases. Not good for someone with a degree in this stuff. Further proof of my college failing me by teaching me too much of the non-essentials of journalism.
Anyway, I don’t write enough. Far less than I should be. The platforms are here for me to exercise my skills, but the desire and drive just isn’t what it use to be.
I’m not sure what scares me more.
So here I am! On assignment! At 12:50 am on Sunday night/Monday morning, lying in my bed with the lights off and Sportscenter on in the background. I have to be up early to go back to Boston tomorrow and work in the morning and what am I not doing? The one thing I should be doing. How I made it through college with good grades and never missing a deadline with The Voice is beyond me.
I have no idea what to write about next or how to approach anything, but yet, I know exactly what I’m going to say and how I’m going to say it. This is either exhilarating or terrifying. Ruh roh.
