{"id":9892,"date":"2020-10-07T09:08:31","date_gmt":"2020-10-07T14:08:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=9892"},"modified":"2020-10-07T09:08:34","modified_gmt":"2020-10-07T14:08:34","slug":"when-the-writer-stops-writing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2020\/10\/07\/when-the-writer-stops-writing\/","title":{"rendered":"When the Writer Stops Writing&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>I am writing this as our first week after hybrid comes to an end. To say this week was stressful is an understatement, and I don&#8217;t think I realized, until this week, how many hats I actually wear: student body president, RISE editor-in-chief, writer, student, daughter, sister, friend, cat mom. I do sometimes get overwhelmed and feel myself being spread thin. I know that I cannot give my all in everything and that it&#8217;s okay to say no and to give up control, but that doesn&#8217;t mean that I don&#8217;t still struggle with it. This week, my writing suffered. Sure, I had some very successful SGA meetings, launched a digital newspaper, planned some school events, did my school work, applied to college, hung with friends, and still managed to sleep, but at what cost?\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>I submitted a short story last week that was quite possibly the worst thing I have ever written. I have never been more ashamed of anything I&#8217;ve turned in. My friends tried to encourage me, but I know that it wasn&#8217;t my best work, and I feel like I let, not only, myself but my writing community down, and that is my biggest disappointment.\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>This week, we were challenged to just be poets and writers and create poetry, but I have to admit, it was one of the hardest assignments for me. We were simply told to write poetry, and I had to <em>force<\/em> myself to produce content. Writing has never been this hard for me, and I can&#8217;t deal. I feel like I am losing apart of my identity.<\/p>\n<p>And if I&#8217;m not a writer, who am I?\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>During quarantine, I didn&#8217;t write. I wrote a single poem during the entire 6-month break. I blamed it on lack of inspiration, but with what&#8217;s going on in the world, there&#8217;s no way it was that. I think I just didn&#8217;t want to admit to myself that writing had stopped being fun. The thing that I used to love most had become a chore. I stared at blank document after blank document, watching the bar blink at me. It&#8217;s all I could do.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>But, here I am, stuck in this funk, wondering when it will end. When will the joy return? When will the words stop being something I loathe?<\/p>\n<p>When will the writer in me start writing again?<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p>This was pretty candid and personal, and I normally write things like this in my journal, but I felt the need to share in case any others seem to have lost their writer&#8217;s voices too.<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I am writing this as our first week after hybrid comes to an end. To say this week was stressful is an understatement, and I don&#8217;t think I realized, until this week, how many hats I actually wear: student body president, RISE editor-in-chief, writer, student, daughter, sister, friend, cat mom. I do sometimes get overwhelmed &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2020\/10\/07\/when-the-writer-stops-writing\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;When the Writer Stops Writing&#8230;&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":50,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5,3],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9892"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/50"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9892"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9892\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9896,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9892\/revisions\/9896"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9892"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9892"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9892"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}