I have to say something that's probably obvious to any writer: I need to read more. When I read, I want to write. And I need to write. Even though I go long stretches without it, I always return to the fact that writing is like a vitamin...it's nourishment for me.
I just read "Wifey" for my bookclub. Holy shit, I didn't even know that book existed until a few weeks ago, and I loved Judy Blume as a kid. The book is pretty great. Not just because of how taboo it all was, but just because it's such escapism. It was Judy Blume coming off of a divorce and letting her mind wander. And from the writer perspective, I just think that's pretty great. Not everybody can turn their "what ifs" into a piece of pop culture.
I just love to imagine writers writing. I keep thinking maybe all of this time I'm not writing is accumulating into this void that I will one day fill. One day I will wake up and the words will pour out of me...prolifically. I will suddenly have all the things to say...I will have all the stories and amazing characters and perfectly placed words. And maybe it will seem effortless, as if these years of not being able to muster any words were not an effort. Maybe it will all make sense and seem like it was worth it. Like I'm right where I'm supposed to be.
It's a nice thought, but I'm too rational to think that it's true. Writers work hard and this writer is hardly working. But I know it's still there and that I will write again. Somehow. Eventually.
