Well, I am supposedly a writer/novelist, but lately I’ve been going through a long never-ending writer’s block and this is too scary. I knew I had to write no matter what even if it is not as good as I expected.
But life is unpredictable. It takes you to places, it starves you without killing you. It takes different shapes and sings different songs behind your back. It is your friend, at the same time your worst enemy.
My only defense against myself is “writing”. This blog is my attempt to stay alive as a writer. But being full of self-doubts shouldn’t entitle me to have any kind of pity.
It’s all about writing, or mostly absence of writing.
