When You Have Nothing to Write About…
Have you ever had trouble coming up with any ideas on what to write about? Have you ever had trouble coming up with something to write about while reaching an arbitrary deadline you’ve set up for yourself? Yeah, well…
I am in both of those situations, and it’s all thanks to this wonderful thing called writer’s block.
If you want me to be honest with you, it’s hard to come up with something to talk about, especially when it comes to complex and/or political topics. And when it comes to said complex/political topics, it takes a lot of research to even start writing. Hell, it takes a lot of research to write about something you’re deeply passionate about or something you’ve read or watched throughout your childhood.
Let’s be real, guys. Writing is hard. And because I know this from first-hand experience, writing also doesn’t make a whole lot of money generally.
Oh, yeah. Speaking of my writing job, I’ve been busy writing articles for various clients recently. Sometimes, I would get so many article assignments that I would get overwhelmed and not want to write about anything else, especially if I’ve just written about something I don’t really care much about (which is pretty often). Other times, I rarely get any articles, and I get so bored that I have trouble motivating myself to even write about anything.
Let’s talk about executive dysfunction. Did you know that executive dysfunction affects those with autism and depression far more often than neurotypical peers? Surprise- I also have depression (and anxiety while I’m at it). Thanks, Mom and Dad! Anyways, executive dysfunction makes it really hard for me to come up with the ideas and motivation for writing. It’s not that I don’t want to write- I do. Writing is one of my favorite activities. But I often find myself distracted by others things while I’m trying to write, especially since I’m writing this article that’s going to be uploaded onto the internet. And we all know how distracting some websites can be…
Not only that, but I also have so many unrelated ideas running in my head that I sometimes can’t focus on writing for this blog. There are so many interesting things to explore and talk about, but again, it takes a lot of research to articulately write about them, and research takes a lot of time. Also, I have many fictional stories in my head, but I’m not sure if they’re too appropriate for this blog. Then again… I have published two short stories before, so maybe I should do it again.
Then again… those two stories haven’t had many views ever since I’ve published them. Actually, most of my articles don’t get too many views. Don’t get me wrong- I don’t write just for clout or money. I do it because I love writing, and I need to get my ideas out somewhere, and I figured this website is a good place to air out my dirty laundry. It’s just that I want someone to notice me at least. We all want that, don’t we? Marketing is just so hard, though…
I’ve always had a hard time trying to get noticed, especially marketing myself. Autism does that to a person; it did that to me a whole lot. It didn’t help that I got bullied a good bit for my, um… eccentric ways. I guess you can see why I’ve titled myself “Eccentric Emmie”. But, let’s go back to the marketing thing. There are so many works of writing out there on the internet, yet there are only so many original ideas you can come up with before you rip someone off. I sometimes wonder if I’m unintentionally ripping someone off every time I publish one of my articles, especially those two short stories. Am I really as original as I claim myself to be, or am I blatantly ripping off other medias that I’ve consumed throughout my life.
Arrrrrggggghhhh… why does writing have to be so hard?!
“So, why do you write if you think writing’s so hard?” you might be asking. And that’s a good question I sometimes ask myself. But here’s the thing- there’s at least one person who’s reading something on my blog. There’s gotta be at least one person. And if there’s one person who enjoys my work, then there could be another person. That gives me hope, and that hope gives me a reason to keep on writing. Surely, I can’t be the only one who has all of these thoughts, right? There’s almost eight billion people on this planet; somebody’s gotta be thinking some of the same things as me, and they’re trying to search for those thoughts without any results, right? I’ve been there before. I’ve had thoughts and ideas that I’ve tried searching up online without any results. It feels lonely, and I don’t want anyone else feeling that loneliness like I did.
That’s why I continue to write, no matter what.
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Wow, I can’t believe I’ve written this much about having nothing to write about. That’s quite odd and ironic at the same time. Then again, I guess that’s what writing is all about, so… there you go. Here’s another article.
