My Life on a Plate

Dear Me

I'd so like to enter the 'Dear Me' competition and set goals for my writing but at this moment in time I feel I'm struggling to even write a blog entry.

I'm not sure what's happened. When I attended a writing class I tackled every assignment with enthusiasm and worked long and hard to produce original and stylish pieces of writing. I get my folders out, read my pieces of old and the encouraging comments of my tutor, but somehow it seems like that was another life.

I gave up the class as I felt it was going stale but felt determined to write freely with my new-found knowledge and the freedom to write what I wanted instead of someone else's prompts.

It never happened. Whether I'm just too lazy to be self-motivated or whether blogging and the crap of real life have got in the way I don't know. Writing is something I've always participated in and will never stop, but somehow the fire has died.

I don't hold with writer's block. There is always something to write about. But at this moment in time the humour, imagination and dedication are absent. I start each day saying I'll settle down to some serious writing but it just doesn't happen.

I so applaud the ambitions of other writers on here and cannot understand why I have become so lack-lustre and despondent.

Maybe it's time to bully myself by writing a letter to find the reasons for my idleness. Maybe tomorrow. Sometimes this need to write is a need I wish I didn't have.