Cliche though it seems, but the hardest part in every writer’s life is to face the blank page and write.
Some of my friends would say that I have the most lenient job of all. And doing this seemingly easy task gives me the space to write, which I somehow missed when I was still teaching in the university. I never considered being an online content producer a facile job, even though it relates to writing. Any job connected with my interest always poses a challenge for me. And as my work gets into full swing, I reckon that most of my time will be spent in creating promo posts for the shows I’m handling. Still, my friends would insist it’s just a piece of cake.
I miss writing, Although writing is basically a part of my job, deep inside, I long to write. I know my mushiness strikes again, but I cannot grope for that one particular reason that, despite writing, I still miss writing. Without considering being paid for it, I still yearn for the moment that all I could think of is to weave metaphors and verses that expunge my heart’s desires. I know that I can write stories and poems if I want to.
Yes, I agree with what some of my friends say, I’m probably the person who’s got all the time in the world to write. And again, I wanna challenge myself to get back into writing. Real writing. My Muse has eluded me. I’ve been writing a script for a play recently, but now, that elan seemed to wane. I don’t want to believe in muses anymore. I must convince myself to write.