I’m not ashamed to say that for the past couple of weeks, I’ve been struggling with some serious writer’s block. I didn’t think it was a thing I’d ever experience- I mean, I had seen it in movies, through my studies I’d read about it, even heard examples of how some writers are so blocked they can’t finish a 2-year project within the 2-year time frame given: but still, I never thought it would happen to me. Contrary to what a lot of people think, I’ve been blogging actively since early this year, but the blog has been operational since August last year. Obviously with ghost activities but activities none the less.
I’ve never been an elaborate set up sort of guy, so back then when I used to write in school: I would do most of it on my phones notepad, and thanks to Nokia E-61, I could always link all the stories I wrote together to form one big piece. Back then, I didn’t own a laptop, so I typed everything on my phone. Even the initial part of my final year project was typed on my Blackberry, at least chapters 1 and 2. But it’s all good, I got an A in that project anyway. Believe it or not, chapters 1 and 2 were the best part, and you can view it on EuropeanAmericanJournals.com where I was cited as a junior researcher (A super amazing feat). The stories/articles just flowed, it was a seemingly endless stream. It was almost like I had Microsoft Word in my head: as they used to drop edited, with insane syntax and punctuation on point.
After a couple of theft spells- I stopped, as my phone with all the stories was stolen. That happened about twice, and I got tired of the whole process, so I stopped writing entirely. I noticed this writers block about 3 years ago when I was at a funeral and I tried to type something, after about two lines I was lost. I tried again much later and found that I couldn’t even string a proper sentence together. I didn’t really bother about it because at the time, I was working at a business establishment, so you can say I had other things on my mind, hence I stopped again. Fast forward to last year, after succumbing to pressure from friends and acquaintances who kept telling me I was a fabulous and inspired speaker, so I should start a blog: I finally started one. At first, everything was all good. The stories were dropping promptly: a little bit scattered, but with enough tune up would be fine. Then I got a job at a media house, I was curating and writing for them as well, a few nicely composed pieces here and there, but the clash of intellectual juices was a little bit too much for me, so I figured I’d stop mine.
After being absent from the blog for about six months, I was inspired early this year to come back and start writing again and here we are. My point is, I didn’t have anything to post this morning- but I had to put up something. I have been racking my brain since Friday thinking of today’s post or lack of, and today while reading a daily devotional, it just came to me. This is a true story by the way. It’s a testament to the fact that there are things in life that you must do even if you don’t want to do them. Just trust God and trust the process, grit your teeth and get to it. I was about to say, ‘I hope you don’t find this boring’. But seriously I wrote it, so I doubt that’s ever going to happen. Peace and love