I am suffering from writer’s block.

Consequently, I have been rather remiss this past week, my blog and it’s readers have been neglected and my posts have been sporadic. There is so much going on right now which means I have plenty of material, but every time I try, words fail me. I sit here staring at the blank screen thoughts and ideas crashing and swirling about in my mind like a tropical cyclone, fingers at the ready, idly typing a series of letters which don’t actually form any coherent words or sentences. The frustration at finding myself inarticulate like this is ineffable.

You see, I have always loved words and I guess you could even go so far as to say that they were my first love. I love the way certain words sound as they roll off your tongue, the way they look as you put pen to paper and use your best hand writing. I marvel at finding new words and re-discovering those that I had forgotten I knew. And I find great pleasure in trying to string words together to form a decent sentence to convey everything that I mean and more.

As a youngster I used to spend my free time with my nose in a book, devouring them at a rate of knots, always hungry for more books to read. If I ran out of books, I would turn my hand at writing my own stories, fantastical tales of mermaids, and Princes and hooded druid masters. Back then at ten years old I dreamt big dreams of writing novels that everyone would read. My English assignments at schools were taken very seriously and I would imagine up characters and situations that were beyond the confines of my own petty life. But these days I lack the confidence or conviction to even attempt to follow my oldest ambition of being a writer.

That’s one of the reasons why I started this blog. One of my dearest friends suggested it as a means for me to get practice writing every day and to try and gain some confidence. I’ll be frank, I was dubious at first, but now I’m so glad I did it. I have found inspiration in other people’s blogs along the way, found some blog buddies to banter with and get advice from and best of all, with every post I write I feel a little bit better.

Now that my insomnia has been kept at bay (touch wood) for a few days, I just need to get over this dreaded block. And I just need to work on finding that ten year old with the big dreams again…I know she’s there somewhere.

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