When I started this blog in December I intended to post regularly–maybe not daily or even weekly, but definitely monthly. And I was dutiful about it for a few months. I posted some writing that I was proud of, and I felt good about myself for it. But after I finished my hypochondria post, I found myself stuck in a rut. I started to write several new articles (all with clever titles), but I could not finish any of them. They just seemed silly or self-indulgent and so I abandoned them, leaving them to languish as half-developed drafts.
I’m naming my inability to post anything new blogger’s block rather than writer’s block because I write almost every day. For the past few months I’ve been working on a story that started its life as a five-page free-writing exercise and has grown into a seventy-five page novella about Mary Bennet from Pride and Prejudice (think P & P meets Northanger Abbey and Harry Potter then says a brief hello to Willow from Buffy the Vampire Slayer). In it Mary gets to have some adventures and romance of her own, which I think she deserves.
I also have a temporary job that I found through Freelancer.com that involves writing “articles” using key words sent to me by a marketing firm in Boston. I’m pretty sure I’m writing a series of fake blog articles about Thai yoga, youth soccer, and IT asset management with links embedded in them to direct readers to websites offering something for sale. Despite the soul-numbing boredom that the topics can inspire, I have been churning them out pretty quickly.
Yet, even with all this writing, I have been unable to bring myself to post anything new here since March. Until tonight, of course, when I decided I have to break my blogger’s block. So here I am, blogging about not being able to blog. Does this mean that I have broken the block? I hope so because I really want to do something with all those drafts just waiting to be shaped.