It’s been so long since I’ve written a blog post. I’ve been wanting to write this for a while now. I’ve been feeling so uninspired lately and I’m losing steam. As much as I would love to report success in all areas of my life, I also feel the need be true to life … and life is full of stumbles and hurdles.
I got a B+ on my last essay. It was unimaginative, forced, and put off to the last minute. Every time we learn a new type of literary criticism in class, it brings new hurdles to wrap my brain around. I feel myself trying to shift into a more mature tone worthy of college level writing, but in the shift find myself in new uncharted territory. It’s as if I’ve never had a creative thought in my life and it’s very discouraging.
And yet, the more discouraged I feel, the harder I work at organizing my life so that I can focus on the unknown. When I’m at my wall, I want nothing more than to purge. My random collections seeming so heavy with responsibility; things taking up vital memory space. Each item acting as a metaphor for the chatter in my head. Oh! to work with a blank canvas and silence!
And so, my Dear Readers, I’m happy to report that as I find my legs outside of the writing closet, I’m challenged with hurdles and stumbles and, although I am aching to throw in the towel (or at the very least retreat back to the safety of the closet), I’m pressing on, care be damned!