I’ve decided to write a “Dear John” letter to Writer’s Block.
I’m tired of sitting down at my computer and coming up blank. I’m tired of putting my fingers on the keyboard and having them just sit there, like limp noodles, unable to get out a few words, not to mention a sentence or (gasp!) a whole paragraph. So this is it. It’s over between us. I’m walking away from Writer’s Block.
Dear Writer’s Block,
We’ve been bosom buddies for awhile now. In fact, I followed you like a puppy for the whole last year. When I sat down to write, you were there. When I tried to focus on something worthwhile to say, you were beside me. We went everywhere together, and 2016 turned out to be one of my worst years ever for writing.
It’s as though you thought you were more important that my natural urge to write. And I guess I let you be.
But it’s 2017 now, and I’ve decided that I don’t need you in my life anymore. I’d say “it’s not you, it’s me,” but that would be wholly untrue. It’s you. All you. You’ve stolen my time, my peace, and my inspiration, and left me unsatisfied and miserable. You ate up my time and disturbed my inner sanctum and left me feeling worthless.
So you see, this can’t go on.
I’ve found someone new, someone who believes in me as a writer and I’m devoted to that new person in my life. His name is Muse, and I believe we were made for each other. Muse helps me think creatively and thinks I can write very well. So I guess I’ll hang out with Muse from now on. In fact, I think Muse and I can have a permanent relationship, one that will benefit me everyday and over the rest of my lifetime. And that’s something I really want.
So this is goodbye, Writer’s Block. I’d say it’s been fun, but it hasn’t been. I’d wish you well, but I don’t. So without further ado, goodbye.