I was twelve years old when I first discovered my love for writing. I’d just come home from seeing twilight at the cinema and wanted more of that story. A whole new world opened up for me when I discovered fanfiction.
From that moment on, I wrote stories. Not just fanfiction (though 90 percent of what I wrote was just that) but also my own stories, with characters that existed nowhere else except for in my head.
Some of that fanfiction can still be found floating around on the internet. In 2017, I even self-published a short story on Amazon with some of these characters.
Fast forward to 2019. This year, I haven’t written a single word of fiction. I still write – articles on this blog and thoughts and feelings in a way that can be best described as “insta-poetry”.
This month was supposed to force me to dive back into the world of writing fiction, even if it was just a short story. Every time I sat down, though, I felt stuck. Writing doesn’t feel the way it used to feel. I used to be able to see the characters move and hear them talk. It was like watching a story unfold in my head that only needed to be written down.
So have I lost my love for writing? Or am I just stuck in a temporary dry-spell that will get better? Only time will tell. I can definitely say that I’ve completely and utterly failed at this month’s challenge.
Here’s to hoping next month is better.