Is Writer’s Block Real or Just an Excuse?
This topic must be touching and can resonate with each writer. I can talk about myself. My writing journey did not start recently. It started from my school years when my father used to get a new diary from his company. In those years the diaries were a simple date and name of the day of the week. But I used to feel excited and wrote ‘Om Ganeshaya Namaha’ on the first page. My writing started on the 1st of January.
I used to write about the day’s activities and what happened in the school and on the train we traveled to school on.
This became a habit to me, and it continued after marriage when my husband used to bring a diary.
Yes, each night, I honestly wrote my daily work done or any special incident happened on that day.
My in-laws were with us, and once my son and daughter were growing up, on certain days, I missed writing in my diary as I was so busy and got tired and slept.
So it is not an excuse; it is a block to any writer whose mind does not respond.
I used to feel frustrated that my continuity was broken.
My husband used to console me, “It is ok, and no need to get stressed out. It happens with everyone. You can start writing when things become normal.”
I consoled myself. I got the B.Ed. degree while my son and my daughter were in school and were in their adolescent age. A lot of stress and workload, as I was lucky to get into a school as a teacher.
Oh! Then the running cycle started. Getting up early, getting the house in order, cooking and packing tiffin for the children and me, and rushing to catch the bus became a daily routine.
My poor diary used to look at me pitiably as though saying, “Can’t you spare five minutes for updating me?”
I caressed my diary and said, “Oh no, dear; it is just that I am overworked and need a break. Each day, I write all things of the day in my mind, but I never find time to write them for you.”
I will soon start to write.
Years rolled by, and the marriages of my son and daughter took place.
They lived with their family, and we both settled in his birthplace, where he had not lived for long, as he worked out in another place and wanted to settle in his birthplace.
We had a wonderful month spent with our son’s family for a few months, a year before Covid started.
Those years were tough for many families. We all met on video calls. No visitors.
We both watched many movies in many languages.
But how long?
“There is a light on the other side of the tunnel.”
This phrase came true, and this light came true in my life. One of my relatives, Deepa Vishal, boosted me to write for a platform, “Momspresso.” We had to write 100 words on a given prompt or 500 words on blogs.
I jumped like a kid and started my journey as a writer. Won some awards in that. Could know many good writers through writing. “I could improve my writing now,” my friends told me and kept encouraging me to keep writing.
This writing became an addiction.
Then came ‘The Momma Clan,’ and it turned my life for good. Thanks to dear Harshita.
Oh! Wonder of wonders, I became the author of my first book for children.
So writing is a blessing to me. I am thankful to God.
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