An Open Letter to Me & People Who Care For Others

If ever Writing Block existed, I am suffering from one. I am not getting new ideas in my head that are worth talking or sharing. For writers, it is the worst phase. It seems, I hardly know anything of substance and it is ever so painful, disgusting & frustrating.

These frequent bouts of creative deficit are due to the fact that I don’t write often. Well, that gets a prompt question remained to be answered- Am I a writer at all? That’s what I reckon myself to be. But lack of my creative instincts during writing leaves this question staring continuously into my eyes.

Every day, I plan to write something that I know or what makes me feel good but I fail miserably at it. During all these years I have donned a writer’s hat at every job but my current job leaves me with very little scope of producing creative stuff, atleast for my own sake.

I know being a writer, I shouldn’t be dependent upon my job to provide me with inspiration or motivation to write. May be this very reason has almost killed a writer in me.

I am trying to reinvent my writing and hopefully carving a career out of it. I genuinely want to write and get recognized for it. I know the task at hand it tough but I know I can ‘row the boat towards the shore’.

I am writing this letter in public to remain honest with my promise and remind myself that now there is a whole world out there who knows what I am going through and I am accountable to all of you to write & write well.

I know none of you care if I write or do not write but I care for me and there are number of people out there who would love to help me. I am experimenting this and will definitely get back to you at the earliest about my daily exploits with writing or those of you who take time from their lives to read my written articles.

Hope to hear from you all. I will win.