LOST WRITERCRAFT
I ANONYMOUSLY WRITE TO ALL WRITERS OF THE WORLD.
When I first started writing, it wasn't something I really wanted. it was my confidant; it was who I could tell my all, my pains, sorrows and unexpressed feelings. it became my escape route to this raged emotions. I felt like it listens to the way I truly feel and finds a way to heal me.
Yeah you guess right, I am a weirdo. Most things have different meanings and interpretations to me.
That's why mom always says I was different and I will always reply “i'm unique”
That's why mom always says I was different and I will always reply “i'm unique”
I would vex my anger to the notebook.
you know what?
it really subdues the anger which flows then.
you know what?
it really subdues the anger which flows then.
I got into this competition and I won. The writings were more on the self pity, depression and untold torment I was feeling.
It got me a prize after all.
It got me a prize after all.
I started loving writing, not just as therapy like treatment or a friend who just listens to every single word without condemnation or criticism.
Why not write to people under the same puzzling circumstances?
Why not bring healing through your written words to many?
Why not bring healing through your written words to many?
I asked myself those questions and trust me it wasn't an easy decision. it was something I wanted not just for others but likewise for myself too.
I felt happy when people got revived through my writing.
It was super awesome when my little readers got inspired by my written words.
It was super awesome when my little readers got inspired by my written words.
I constantly put up my manuscript each day excluding no day for any reason.
At some point it wasn't going right; the eagerness was fluctuating and my purpose was deteriorating. Most days would go without any manuscript on my blog.
"What's happening"
"It been a week without writing a word"
"It been a week without writing a word"
My engagements kept reducing by the day. I couldn't place my hands on what was going on with me. I was missing a puzzle but can't tell.
I had a million ideas on what to write and how to go about it but there I was unable to write for weeks.
"I was going through hell then, maybe that's why I knew how to pour them out in writing"
"Should I put myself in the state of those ill emotions just to keep up the spice"
"Should I put myself in the state of those ill emotions just to keep up the spice"
I was confused and yes, I knew finding my problems were the first solution but I don't know the way out of this tunnel.
Then I ask:
How do I resolve and restore my writing skills?
How do I reignite this burning fire on the verge of quenching
How do I resolve and restore my writing skills?
How do I reignite this burning fire on the verge of quenching
PS: It's a call for help to all writers. Let's discuss in the comment section. Your opinion counts.