Privilege, Incompetence and Existence.
"Writer's block is a privileged statement. If you can't write, it just means you've run out of raw material to create from." These were the exact words a professor of mine told us in our writing club. And as someone who suffered with writing consistently, these words hit a bit close to home. That day, I came home, opened my laptop and sat there to write. For about an hour, it was just me staring at the blinking cursor. I got fed up, slammed the laptop shut and walked away. But the guilt of not writing keeps eating at me. It's not like I don't try. Every day I sit to write a new chapter for my novel. But I end up hating the hours of work I just did. I open this very blog after avoiding its stare for more than a month. But words fly away just as I try to reach it. Even writing this is only a way of me penning down my feelings. Maybe it's not privilege, but rather incompetence. Maybe, I just emptied all my creativity into those two chapters, twenty poem...