Sunday, July 21st 2013

Me and the Whispering Beast of Writer’s Block by Suicide Blonde
This is the whispering monster that still sits on my shoulder today. I’m not a good writer. My thoughts are scattered, my disjointed brain causes the words that I need to come out in jolting, discordant sentences. I had been told in my non-fiction writing class that everyone had a story that deserved to be heard but I knew the truth. No one wanted to hear what I had to say.
This deafening doubt sits on my shoulder heavily today. It convinces me to delete anything I think I should share. It takes the ideas I have for something to write about and shreds it to pieces, tells me all the reasons why I’m a hack, why nothing I think of is original or insightful or clever.
So I’m going to dedicate this section of words to my self-doubt. I have silenced myself because of you, lack of confidence. I have berated myself because of you, assurance of failure. To you, fear of achievement, I give you these words, and the next words and the next. It’s not up to you or me if this is worth saying. These words will exist anyways.
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Me and the Whispering Beast of Writer’s Block by Suicide Blonde

This is the whispering monster that still sits on my shoulder today. I’m not a good writer. My thoughts are scattered, my disjointed brain causes the words that I need to come out in jolting, discordant sentences. I had been told in my non-fiction writing class that everyone had a story that deserved to be heard but I knew the truth. No one wanted to hear what I had to say.

This deafening doubt sits on my shoulder heavily today. It convinces me to delete anything I think I should share. It takes the ideas I have for something to write about and shreds it to pieces, tells me all the reasons why I’m a hack, why nothing I think of is original or insightful or clever.

So I’m going to dedicate this section of words to my self-doubt. I have silenced myself because of you, lack of confidence. I have berated myself because of you, assurance of failure. To you, fear of achievement, I give you these words, and the next words and the next. It’s not up to you or me if this is worth saying. These words will exist anyways.

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