(Not?) Writer’s Block

Sometimes I wonder if I’m afraid of writing.

I don’t really know when the moments pop up if it’s around how I feel my writing may get perceived, how I may be struggling to get to translate my thoughts onto the page, or if I just don’t believe this medium could be for me (ironic and dumb to consider but still). I think the frequency through which I’ve been feeling less and less confident in me being a writer may have to do at least in part with my discomfort with writing about the truth. That doesn’t just have to be out in the world, but in many instances is more likely to manifest in how I”m honest and accountable for the writing I do. It is about being more sincere about where I’m positioning myself as a human being in his moment.

I’m afraid of writing sometimes because I know how much left there is to think through at this moment. I still have much left unresolved with respect to both my time left in school, as well as everything else going on in life. This won’t be the medium for thinking through much of it, but I do recognize that all of the ideas in my head need to go somewhere. They have to be placed within context, within the perspective of someone who knows how much of his life still is unresolved and left to figure out. But aren’t these all the same excuses I’ve given myself again and again? Am I really interested in doing the type of writing I know is necessary for…