Dear Writer’s Block,
It’s not you, it’s me.
You’re always there, you never give up on me, and I can rage and scream at you, but you never fight back. I can be moody or emotional or mean or careless, but you still stick around. You take a lot from me, and that doesn’t seem fair. You deserve someone better, someone that appreciates you more. A banker, perhaps. Or a chartered accountant.
If I’m being honest, I do have needs that aren’t being fulfilled. Don’t get me wrong, you’re great for the bad days, but I need someone who’s there when I’m happy or motivated or excited or inspired. Do you remember when I met Inspiration? And Motivation? You told me they were bad influences on my work. You told me to stay away from them if I ever wanted to succeed. You said that you were enough for me. And as I write this (without your help, by the way), I’m beginning to think that isn’t true.
I’ve been seeing a lot of Inspiration and Motivation, and they’ve been making me the happiest I’ve been in a long time. Since before you and I met, actually. I feel free and happy when I’m with them. When I’m with you, Writer’s Block, I feel…blocked. I’ve noticed you’re constantly in the way when I want to do something, insisting that your way is the only way. I believed you for long time, and I went along with what you wanted, because it was easier than arguing. With you around, I didn’t have to try, especially since you insisted that I would fail. It was hard to write under those conditions, but I didn’t care because you gave me a sense of “rightness”, that I was doing the right thing by not writing or by letting myself be stopped in the middle of a project. “It sucks,” you said. “No one will read it,” you said. “You should get a real job,” you said. And I agreed. It was so much simpler. I relied too much on you to make my excuses. “I can’t do this or that because of Writer’s Block,” I said, even if deep down, I really could.
I’m beginning to see that the easy path isn’t the best one, or even the happiest one. I’m sad and tired and aching for something more. And that’s why I think we need to stop seeing each other, Writer’s Block. We’re just really bad for each other. I want to move on, you want to keep me here. I want to write and write, no matter how it turns out or what people think, and you’re always stopping me. That may work for some people, but not me. I need to learn and grow and continue to better myself, not stay stagnant. Trying new techniques is scary, as you’ve said, but how else can I get better? Inspiration isn’t always around, and Motivation comes and goes, but when they do show up, they’re always positive and encouraging and helpful and kind. They want me to change and progress and begin new journeys.
And I need them more than I want you.
In fact, I think that it’s not me after all – it’s you.
We’re done, Writer’s Block. If I never see you again, it’ll be too soon. (See, these are the type of cliches you’ve always insisted on. Consider it a parting gift.)
Screw you, Writer’s Block. It’s over.
Sincerely and finally,
The first prompt for the Writer’s Digest Boot Camp! It’s a bit late, I know, but I got to visit with a friend I hadn’t seen for a long time, which took up the whole day, but I had so much fun. Lunch, movies, pet store, books, yogurt – it was an awesome time! So this technically counts for 9 July, and I’ll be putting up the next prompt later today (10 July) as Day 2.
Want to do the challenge yourself? Today’s prompt is: “Breaking Up With Writer’s Block – It’s time for you and Writer’s Block to part ways. Write a letter breaking up with Writer’s Block, starting with, ‘Dear Writer’s Block, it’s not you, it’s me . . .'”