The Gains And Pains Of (Not) Writing!
I sit in front
of the laptop and stare at the screen in frustration and despair.
I have been
fighting a creative block since many days. The experts say that there is no use
fighting it, and that it is best to relax and step back whenever one is facing
a creative block.
I feel
restless if I don’t attempt to write. I feel frustrated when I attempt and
fail. Oh, the turmoil!
In moments
of sheer desperation, negativity rises to the surface and whispers, ‘All this
struggle, and for what exactly? What do you gain by writing? Money? Followers?
Subscribers? Fame? Recognition? Is it worth it – to struggle mentally, to write
page after page, blog after blog, book after book, only to get single-digit
views and readership?’
I can’t deny
that I have succumbed to such negativity time and again. I have questioned my
existence as a writer. I have wondered whether I can be called a writer,
whether I justify the term.
Here is a candid
truth – the process of writing has given me more moments of despair than
happiness.
So why do I write
then?
I write because I cannot ‘not write’.
Because the blog/story demands words from me, because the untold story brimming
in my mind makes me restless if I do not give words to it.
When the
restlessness comes, nothing matters – viewers, readership, comments, likes,
none of these make a difference. There is just this urgency to publish the blog/story
wreaking havoc in my mind. And once I publish it, I feel complete. At peace. Like
I did something.
So, if asked,
what do I gain from writing, I would say, I do not gain anything. But I sure
lose a lot by not writing, the foremost in the list being peace of mind. And oddly,
this fact gives me hope – that the unfinished draft stuck up at a crucial point
will move ahead someday, that my blog site will be updated, may be not as frequently
as I would like to, but time and again. The restlessness serves as an obstacle
to writing, and strangely, it is this restlessness itself which will ensure
that I will keep writing, come what may.

I resonate with you, friend. I haven't written a single word in December. And, I'm trying to write something since yesterday but zilch. Writing has given more moments of despair but there's a strange comfort in writing.relatabke post
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