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I don't know who I am as a writer anymore. I used to have tons of inspiration and so much imagination. And now I feel as if I'm sucking dry the last remnants, dying to get the last drops out. My diction, my understanding of writing. My thoughts even are all over the place. Maybe I'm trying to be too profound. Or perhaps I've lost the touch of myself. I want my writing to be personal. I want to find a way to write more and to write better despite any distraction.
but its so difficult to find the right words. It's so difficult to be witty, to not use clichés, to be warm and cold when I want to, to be close (well, not distant). Its difficult to get past the sarcasm found in life.
Is writing then something inherent, something which manifests itself naturally, or do we have to strive to do better, do we have to read manuals and practice? That seems to have never worked for me.
Maybe I'm comparing myself too much to other people, to their style - so much that I lose my own.
What has happened to me?
Please disregard this.
I don't usually complain.
Except when this sadness overflows my heart.