While clearing out my old computer, I found a number of poems and pieces of writing that I had never shown anybody. Some of them are old. Some of them are very new. Some of them aren’t even finished.
As an English student, reading and writing has always been a big part of my life. I’ve been massively uninspired lately, and my novel-in-the-works is nearing its fifth year of being incomplete. I am currently on my fifth draft (or attempted draft that spans more than fifty pages) and I am still making changes. I can’t bring myself to even look at old versions of it.
So here lies the solution to my writer’s block: rather than forcing myself to push on and ultimately run into a proverbial wall with my novel, I am putting more effort into my ‘writing on the side’. I have a lot of inspiration right now that can’t be channelled into my book, as it wants to pour out and be raw and free and unhidden by changed names or events.
So this is it.