The reason I stopped

June 4, 2008

…writing. I used to think I was meant to write great things. Writing meant so much to me and being able to write brought so much joy. Then it just stopped. Just like that. Whatever creative river I had was suddenly cut off and a great dam now stood in the way of me and the finish line. For quite some time, I’ve been letting this dam get in the way and the water level stopped rising. The river was now dry. Heck, it was so dry that the Sahara would look like Water World.

But after being in the sun for so long, I think I finally found the reason why. That, or my brain’s dry enough to pass as jerky. Well, I stopped reading. I stopped watching. I stopped absorbing things that were the lifeblood of what I wrote about. You see, I haven’t been reading any good books, I stopped watching animé (religiously), I stopped watching regular TV shows, I didn’t listen to music much. So because I stopped exposing myself to new material, I’ve just been playing reruns over and over again.

Well, I seem to have found the cause. Now it’s on to finding the cure! It’s time to read again, to watch again… It’s time to learn again.