Tag: Writers Block

Of writing and love

I haven’t written in quite some time now. And every time I need to answer that cruel question, “what do you do”, I feel like dying. I don’t know what to say anymore. I do not write. How can I call myself a writer? All I do is sit in front of the screen, scroll … Continue reading Of writing and love →

In Pursuit of Words

  “Writing about a writer’s block is better than not writing at all” ― Charles Bukowski, The Last Night of the Earth Poems I have recently made a ritual of meeting with my computer every night, in the anticipation of putting something on to that numbingly blank Word page. Most nights however, I wind up our tête-à-tête … Continue reading In Pursuit of Words →