I used this blog for years to vent about everything from diapers to gender politics, then I moved, went to work at a very busy company, and suffered a severe degree of writers block. I haven't been able to write for the past few years. Whenever I would click over to my blog, I would feel like the words just wouldn't come out in a presentable form. This has never happened to me. All my life, I've been able to write. Writing was one of those talents that came easy to me. I never had to practice to be good at it. I just put pen to paper or fingers to keyboard, and out came something fabulous.
I'm not sure what caused my writer's block, and I'm not sure that forcing myself to write regularly again will cure it, but I have to try. I used to be an avid bike rider. I loved getting on a bike and going for miles. It was such a joy to feel my legs powering my mobility while the wind whipped through my hair. Then I moved to Seattle, where the rain is rivaled only by the steepness of the hills, and I gave up riding. Upon relocating to Southern California, I vowed to get back on the bike, it took me three years, and now, I barely know how to ride. I've always heard; if you don't use it, you lose it, so I'm back to writing, because I don't want to lose it.
I plan to carve out at least 15 minutes per day to put my thoughts down, and we'll see what happens. My hope is to re-gain my love and ease for writing. I have two books that I started, but haven't come close to finishing. I could care less if they ever get published, but I would like to finish them. So here I go...wish me luck.
