To My Fellow Writers

To my Fellow Writers:

Hey, I’m one of you. I also feel like I have a million hearts and a million feelings bubbling inside me that just won’t write itself down on paper. I know what it feels like to harvest storms in your soul that rack every cell of your body until you feel like you’re going to explode. I know what it feels like to walk down the street, every storefront reflection screeching at you to write, write, write, every pebble begging to be part of a story. I know what it feels like to live the rollercoaster life only writers have.

I know what it feels like.

Isn’t that all we do?

Feel, feel, feel and write, write, write. The wheels in our brain spewing words into everything we do. It’s like having a job you can’t stop working, every onion you chop just has to be glorified or demoted and every kid you put to sleep is a novel. Right?

Do you understand what I mean, Or am not a writer, but a simple person with a sprinkle of ADHD and a giant overthinking brain?

Please tell me I am.

But you know what, if I am a writer or not there’s a wonderful thing about being a word former. Nothing has to feel okay ever. The rockiest of days is the best cornerstones for writers? Agree? We can tell the world we feel dead and purposeless and suicidal without someone calling a lifeline. We can be a tad biased or racial and no one would speak up the same much as if said in a speech. If I can say it (I am a writer:) we have more freedom of speech. So, hey roller-coaster writer’s life, I’m head’n for you today!

But hey, my fellow writers. There’s something more we ought to talk about. Nothings that dandy in this writer life. Let’s spit it out.

Writers Block.

Sigh, sigh, sigh.

It’s like one minute you're typing away like Shakespeare on a caffeine high, and the next, you're staring at a blank page wondering if G-d took away the wheels in your brain or your thinking cap. It’s like someone stuffed up your throat blocking anything begging to come out of the four overflowing chambers of your heart. If I may say so. (Hey, I am a writer:) It’s pure agony. It feels like your life is about to end. The way you’ve been living will pivot into an entire new way of life. And you desperately try to write about that change too and

… you can’t you can’t write about the thing stopping either… it’s frightening. We stare at our paper we’ve come to love with disgust as its friendly open personality becomes rebuffing like it doesn’t want our connection anymore. It’s like we lose the closest friend and relationship we have. But then we comfort ourselves, because we’ve done it a thousand times. Like heartbreak. We know times will get better and things will straighten out sooner than expected. Right?

So come one my writing friends, I’m one of you! Let’s continue chasing those crazy ideas onto paper. Let’s continue riding that writer’s rollercoaster lets dip and fly and crash and soar across our surfaces like surfers on their waves. We’re awesome. Let’s continue turning every pebble into magic and every bedtime into a novel. We’re awesome, wretchedly, suicidal-y awesome. Let’s keep our million hearts beating and million thoughts flowing until we paint every lonely paper into a magnificent piece of art.

Let’s go Partners in prose! Your fellow writer is aiming for you!