I’m not entirely sure what to write. It is currently 2:07 A.M. and I am sitting in my freezing cold room trying to hash out an idea for my first article on this website. Trying to write this becomes increasingly more difficult with every passing minute as I'm transitioning back and forth between scrolling through my various social media accounts and staring blankly at this document. However, I think that I can produce a few reasons for my “Writers Block.”
First off, I chose to drive for a 5 hours today and am now fairly tired. Of course I could have refused to embark on such a boring journey, but when a friend is in need I tend to be the first one to scream “I volunteer as tribute!” When my friend told me that they needed a ride to Poplar Bluff from St. Louis, of course I said that I would be their ride. I’m not entirely sure why I tend to be generous and loyal to a fault, but I blame it on the fact that I’m a Gryffindor (snorts and pushes up nerd glasses). Anyways, the trip wasn’t too awful. Most of it was filled with insulting each other and both of us trying sing along to K-pop but ultimately failing due to neither of us knowing Korean. However, after 5 hours of highway driving and slamming two energy drinks, fatigue has settled in.
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Secondly, there are distractions everywhere. Just within arms-reach, there are two devices that can take me to any website I could ever think of. This fact has my mind wandering about many things. The most prevalent at the moment, is that Tomi Lahren shaded Meryl Streep on Twitter; quite frankly, I am livid. My addiction to frivolous social media, coupled with my addiction to the thrill of waiting till the last minute to do everything is a combination that seems to bite me in the ass every time. However, I end up ignoring this and going through the same process of ignoring my responsibilities to watch Black Mirror every time.
The most important factor in my inability to write something of quality is my fear of putting my work out there. Prior to this article, anything I’ve written with subjective intent has been for classroom eyes or competition only. The only work of mine that has been published was for a newspaper, so the only indication that I had written it was my name printed next to it. Personally, I want my audience to like what I write, and in turn like me. Fears of being too obnoxious, or just not talented enough to be entertaining prevent me from writing what I think would be a good quality article. However, I did just write a piece about my inability to write a piece. Maybe this will be a successful test run.
