I’m not sure what happened along the way. Maybe it was a failed manuscript or merely boredom that got me here, but I just can’t seem to get into narratives anymore.
Lately I’ve been focused on writing informative articles for online content. This is how I earn extra cash, and this is how I roll. But it wasn’t always this way.
My enthusiasm for writing began when I was seven. It was all about poetry then. I would write an average of five poems a day, scribbling them down one after the other. I couldn’t seem to stop and I couldn’t write anything other than poetry. After that I became enthused with short stories; and then I shifted to essays, and then tried out writing a novel or two, and now I’m finally here where I am. And I feel like I’m currently stuck on what I’m doing that no matter how much I want to take a break and write fiction for a change, I simply cannot push myself to do it. I don’t think it’s about lack of inspiration; I’ve had so many things happen in my life in the past years that could so easily drive the next author to write a bestseller. But not me.
I feel like I’ve been having some form of selective writer’s block that only keeps me from writing narratives but allows me to work on anything else. And while I’m still trying to find that final push that will shove me off the edge and get me going, I stay stranded here where I sit writing fairly tolerable essays that I don’t even proofread anymore. Sometimes this makes me think whether I’ve gotten better at writing, or whether the art has simply left me, leaving behind only this somewhat mechanical prompt that keeps writing down words without even much deliberation. It’s a rather bothersome thought, I should say.
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