Every day that I don’t write makes writing again more difficult. I don’t because I convince myself what I write next needs to be significant. I don’t have anything meaningful to talk about. Why does it need to be meaningful? And meaningful for whom?
The most meaningful thing I do is live my life. Isn’t everything happening to me, around me, of the most importance? Why won’t, then, #writing about it be meaningful? It is to me and that’s all that should matter.
I don’t write for readers to find meaning in what I have written. I write to calm myself down. I write to focus.
No surprise then that every time I stop writing, I am more unsettled. The restlessness is not the cause of my block. It’s the effect.