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I have writer's block.

I have said this before, several times over the past few years as a matter of fact. I have always been a writer. I remember winning first place in the young authors contest in 3rd grade, this due to my overwhelming desire to write and my overactive imagination. As the years have progressed I established this kind of pattern I would write a lot, for months at a time, and then at a certain point the writing would stop as if my brain were recharging and I would wait for it to come back. Typically emotions would be linked to the writing so it was never an issue when I stopped.
Never an issue until recently.

As with many people I saw this major life shift after graduating college, this care free life I had evolved into a life of responsibility, jobs, payments, I will say responsibility yet again. You grow up and things change but I never expected the writing to stop. As a matter of fact I created this blog as a college senior with all expectations that upon graduation the writing would take off. That I would chronicle my adventures as this Premature Metro Goddess...and yet all I hear is air, and silence, like there's this static in my brain where all the good writing used to be.

I absolutely loathe this state of non writing. Its like a athlete who can't play their game, a painter who can't create their art, or a singer who has lost there voice. So even while I sit here typing about not being able to write, it changes nothing because I cannot write about not being able to write. And that has been the problem all along.

**FIreFLY**

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