I have been writing this blog for years now and recently I have been suffering from quite considerable writer’s block.
Because I want to blog every day, I thought the only way to get anything down today was to write about the writer’s block.
I just don’t feel inspired to write, I can’t find an interesting topic to write about and so my blog languishes un tended.
There are lots of places claiming to eradicate writer’s block but it has had no effect.
I don’t know what I am going to write about tomorrow because there is not much else I can write about writer’s block, but at least you’ll know why I’m being quiet.
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Sunday, 2 June 2019
Wednesday, 31 July 2013
A brave proposal
My friend posted me a
message on how to write better last night and it made me do the scariest
thing I have ever done: I proposed to someone.
He has already dumped me, so it's kind of a strange place to be proposing from.
Hi, you know how you've decided you don't want to be with me anymore, let's get married.
Wait, this doesn't make sense
What has this got to do with the message from my friend?
It said to be a good writer you had to say things that were difficult, take chances and you had to reveal things about you.
The proposal was just written on a piece of paper.
True romantic
I'd meant to make something for him to show him how I felt, but the way that panned out that didn't seem possible.
I also wanted to take him to the place where we first kissed.
But marriage like everything else isn't a fairy tale.
Here goes nothing
I'm going to propose like the true mad feminist writer that I am.
I'm being brave.
You can say no.
But at least I was brave enough to ask finally.
He doesn't want me back, but I'm going to leave this up, because I'm going to stay brave.
He has already dumped me, so it's kind of a strange place to be proposing from.
Hi, you know how you've decided you don't want to be with me anymore, let's get married.
Wait, this doesn't make sense
What has this got to do with the message from my friend?
It said to be a good writer you had to say things that were difficult, take chances and you had to reveal things about you.
The proposal was just written on a piece of paper.
True romantic
I'd meant to make something for him to show him how I felt, but the way that panned out that didn't seem possible.
I also wanted to take him to the place where we first kissed.
But marriage like everything else isn't a fairy tale.
Here goes nothing
I'm going to propose like the true mad feminist writer that I am.
I'm being brave.
You can say no.
But at least I was brave enough to ask finally.
He doesn't want me back, but I'm going to leave this up, because I'm going to stay brave.
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