Every waking hour I'm reading, even if only the text on tshirts and bottles around me. I have a Kindle-enabled phone, ipad, stocked shelves so that I need never be far from stories any time. Words, books especially, are such a part of my world that imagining who I'd be without them is genuinely an impossibility.
Why, then, am I feeling like writing is a pointless act?
I don't know if I've lost faith or if I never had it to begin with. A dark night of the soul for writing? Maybe the belief that I have nothing to say has extended its silence into the production of words, too.
ETA: As usual, I turned to Google to see how other people feel. This comment nudged me a little in the preferred direction: "Writing is an opportunity to lose yourself in something; to find something within you that's buried deep that you may not even know is there. Embrace whatever comes out when you write as it was something that needed to be said." (from libellule in a Nano thread)
I should also take heart that I often "feel" a lot of things are pointless (eating, sleeping) but know otherwise. Feelings aren't fact.
Why, then, am I feeling like writing is a pointless act?
I don't know if I've lost faith or if I never had it to begin with. A dark night of the soul for writing? Maybe the belief that I have nothing to say has extended its silence into the production of words, too.
ETA: As usual, I turned to Google to see how other people feel. This comment nudged me a little in the preferred direction: "Writing is an opportunity to lose yourself in something; to find something within you that's buried deep that you may not even know is there. Embrace whatever comes out when you write as it was something that needed to be said." (from libellule in a Nano thread)
I should also take heart that I often "feel" a lot of things are pointless (eating, sleeping) but know otherwise. Feelings aren't fact.