on blogger’s block

When you started your blog, it didn’t seem too difficult a task to post about one thing just once a week. It didn’t have to be anything intellectual, just something you were passionate, excited, or curious about. A book. A movie. A childhood memory. A recent win. Anything.

You did well for a while. The ideas came quickly, and you were excited to talk about so many different things. But then, blogger’s block hit. Oh, you can still list several topics you could post about. You’ve browsed through ten different ‘100 blog post ideas for when you’re stuck’ articles on the internet. You’ve brainstormed with ChatGPT so much that the conversation just repeats after a point. But somehow, none of those ideas seem… right. Nothing that seems worth writing about.

On February’s reads. Meh. You read a lot of manga in February. And maybe seven books. You’ve already talked about a few of them in other reviews. Not really worth writing a separate post.

On an early morning routine. You started waking up at six (and actually getting out of bed) for the past two weeks, and somehow, that has made a massive difference in how you approach the day. You feel like you are going about your day rather than the day just sort of happening to you. However, there really is nothing of value you could say about your routine. You wake up. You brush. You open your laptop. You plan your day. You start on your tasks. You try to wait thirty minutes (sometimes to the dot) before you have your first coffee of the day. And you sort of just go on like that. 

On finishing a 1000-piece puzzle. For a while, you blamed your small dining table for the fact that you haven’t completed any of the three puzzles you own. Your sister thinks you’re being extra, but you bought a PortaPuzzle. This thing here. And somehow, you’ve finished a 1000-piece puzzle within four days. Although, really? A post on a puzzle?

On finally taking care of my health. You began working on overcoming a lot of fear and anxious feelings over medical appointments. And you’ve actually started going to the dentist. Granted, that was an almost necessary appointment thanks to the intensely stabbing pain you were getting on and off for a few weeks. It’s still a win, and it counts. Right? … Well, maybe it’s not that big of a win. And it is possibly an uninteresting topic. 

On painting a triptych. You and your partner painted a set of three canvases over the weekend instead of just buying artwork to go above your couch. You started a deceptively simple sketch, just of flowers. But it got overwhelming all too quickly. You did admit to it instead of resorting to passive aggression like you would have normally and accepted a less-stressful alternative your partner suggested. Personal growth might make a good post. However, it feels too silly and too intimate at the same time. 

On the most perfect mug ever. You found an adorable mug that made you stop in your tracks as you were walking out of a store. There really is nothing much to say that warrants a post, except perhaps a photo of it. Look at that utterly perfect lemon.  

a mug with a picture of a cartoon lemon

As you write these thoughts down, you see that the common thread is that you feel you have nothing of value to offer, despite there being several ideas you could blog about. Which, objectively, is ridiculous. Moreover, you have literally written on some of these topics before and have been perfectly happy to share those posts with the world.

So then, the truth is, it’s in your head. When is it not though, to be fair? It’s your brain that has been playing games with you for the past two weeks, insisting that you have nothing to say about anything. And hence, you should just shut up and sit down. However, the longer you go on without saying anything, or more precisely posting anything, the harder it is going to be to get back on track and just write.

You know the only cure to this deadlock in your head. Begin again. Write about anything. Write about nothing. Write about not writing.

And that is exactly what you have done. Here’s to hoping you actually reread, edit, and post this rant you’ve written in a moment of frustration at an ungodly early hour on a Sunday morning. 

P.S. I did it! Good for me, lol. I’m not exactly sure why I ended up writing in the second person, but it seems to have worked out.

One response to “on blogger’s block”

  1. […] picky about what I end up actually publishing. I’ve discussed this before in my post about the blogger’s block I experienced a while ago. A block can manifest in different forms. For instance, it can be a […]

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