Writer's Block? Or Maybe Not

I love the written word. I read like it's going out of style. I have 3 bookshelves which are all double stacked with books and have more stacked on top, and even at that all my books don't fit. There are still stacks on the floor. I need at least 3 more, but I don't know where I would put them. I even like reading stuff that I've written.

I've fallen in love with writing. I've wanted to do it for years, and now I do. I even get paid for some of my writing, which is pretty cool. I even have started describing myself as a part-time free lance writer. Am I ever going to completely support myself and my family by writing? No, because of my mental illness. I do the amount I can do, and sometimes that's a push. But, I can supplement our income and actually have the money to get some extras. I'll take that.


Sometimes I have a hard time writing. I look at the article that I'm writing and can't figure out how the hell I'm going to make it work, but eventually it works. Last night though, I had a panic attack looking at the clean white page on my screen. I had to shut down all my writing stuff or risk screaming into the very cold night. So, I did. But, it put me behind schedule wise and earning goal wise. So today I have to push hard.


Was it writer's block? Who knows. It could just have been that I have been under so much stress lately that I had to just stop somewhere. Either way, it's better today and I'm writing again.