I Can't Write Anymore

[strangegirl]

Just keep writing, even if it's in little spurts. Maybe you just have to get through the shit to get to the good.
9 months sober is really fantastic and it is a major life change. It may take time for you to find that thing you misplaced but you will find it. Refocus, re-channel.
I met a song writer who wrote really great songs and I asked him how he was able to do it and he told me that he would write hundreds of shit lyrics and then eventually would write one he liked. Even thought he slogged through the shit he kept going.
You will find it in your own time but don't get discouraged.
Just keep going forward.:)

 

[Socratease]

Even thought he slogged through the shit he kept going. You will find it in your own time but don't get discouraged. Just keep going forward.:)

Yep, writers write every day. They cannot not write. They keep going. Look at Buk. After his 10 year hiatus, once he decided that he was a writer and poet, he sat down every night and typed out a lot of shit (some of which we get to read today) but among that were plenty of real gems.

 

[a beautiful tragedy]

Lolita, as a writer, I can certainly understand what you're going through in terms of creative block. Don't force it, I find that when I'm going through these sorts of things that a new way of writing is being born. Sometimes you have to let the old way die out or leave to make room for the new way.

I suggest you find something great to read and fuck the writing for a while. Music can also get you out of a funk or just watching a great movie.

Just wait, you'll be back to writing in no time. None of that other stuff made you write, you always had that power from the start. When you can't hear it, just wait.

 

[Lolita Twist]

That's a pretty good line right there !

It made me chuckle. ;)

And, perfect metaphor, yes, indeed, I feel like I am struggling in quicksand. I can't... breathe. Ha.

And, Gerard... the only person, sadly, that could tell me that would be my husband. I know they always say one can't quit for anyone but themselves... but obviously I've defied that, because I met him, and quit, because I wanted love more than I wanted substances. I read the poem today, "So You Wanna Be A Writer"... and it just got to me. One really shouldn't do things for other people. I'm happy I quit, because I love my husband dearly and have no idea what I'd do without him. But, I feel like I've been robbed out of part of my personality, the addict, the alcoholic. But this is starting to sound like too much of a therapy session...

zenguru, you're telling me this could last 4 years? Shit... my heart goes out to you. But I'm happy you've got it back.

The thing with me though, is I'm almost afraid to write right now, afraid of what shit it will be.

don't be dull and boring and
pretentious, don't be consumed with self-
love.
the libraries of the world have
yawned themselves to
sleep
over your kind.
don't add to that.
don't do it.
unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don't do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don't do it.

when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.

there is no other way.

and there never was.
-CB