Somehow, every time I tell someone new about this blog, I seem to go into a period of not being able to post to it. Recently I told my oldest friend about it and sent him the url – then immediately no desire to write. Or no will to write or no ability to write. I think that if people listed “writer’s block” in their interests, it would probably be one of the top connections everyone has.
To look at the stalled writing thing: If I was examining this from the outside, I’d say that my reluctance stems from a fear of rejection (oh no there’s another person in the audience now). LJ deals with that by providing filters to chop your audience down to a manageable size. But my problem is lying somewhere beyond that:the feeling that if I don’t turn in well crafted little essays here , like those of the posters I admire, I’m not really doing it.
(response pre-empt: I know I should just do it come what may, and that what ever I post is fine)
And yet it’s not fine. There is reflection and then there is reflection. There is the recounting of the day’s events, the blurting of moods, and then there is the the use of writing as a way to make something of those moods and events. I feel like I’m not allowing myself to do the latter. I make faint efforts, but no more.
I’d like to do it differently, to provide something here that more approaches real content, something that helps me think.