WRITING AND WHATNOT

Blowing Up My Writing

It’s okay to start fresh

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Maybe you’ve noticed or not, but I have been absent from writing — particularly memoirs and personal essays.

I have felt heavy on the inside because I am the self-proclaimed Memoir Queen who birthed the publication and print journal The Memoirist. How can I call myself that, even in jest, when I feel like I have nothing left to say?

I’ve beaten myself up over this significant writer’s block. I’ve tried to write. Man, have I ever tried. But indifference grabs a hold. Am I bored? Am I untalented? Am I an imposter? Is this the true writer inside me? A writer who can’t write. That’s the punchline.

People used to ask me all the time how I remembered so many things and had so much to write about. Now I look at others and question the same. Where on earth do the endless personal stories come from? They have to come to a screeching halt at some point. Don’t they? Yes, we can create new memories, but that takes a lot longer than reaching into the storybox of the past.

I have been longing to enjoy writing again. I have realized that I also pine for creative freedom. I have limited myself. Backed myself into a corner. I believe in niches. I think it can help from a marketing perspective to stick within your…