I’m in the process of overcoming major writers block (hah – I originally had “major” in italics, there, but decided that italics just aren’t enough to describe just how far entrenched in the world of writers block that I really was!), and I’ve just realised something.
I thought I knew nothing about this. I thought I hadn’t done enough reading (and let’s face it – I haven’t), and I thought that I couldn’t write because I just haven’t put enough effort into research. But that’s not the case. I couldn’t write because I was approaching it from all the wrong angles. I was trying to write about blogging from an objective perspective, which is really difficult because I am a blogger, and I’ve been a blogger for such a long time that I really can’t divorce myself from this and look at it through impartial eyes. I am a blogger who is writing a PhD on blogging because it’s what she knows and relates to and lives through every day. I live through the things that I write about, and I write about the situations I live through.
Another thing I have discovered in the past few hours is that I have actually gained an immense amount of knowledge over the past few months, and yet I’m still just a tiny little person all rugged up in thermals, holding an icepick, on the tip of the biggest mofo-ing iceberg you’ve ever seen. And there’s a sharp drop down to the icy waters below. And there’s no harness. And there are man eating polar bears on top of the iceberg. And Megatron is buried, frozen, deep within the depths of the iceberg, and he wants me for dinner (once he thaws).
And that, my friends, is why it’s so challenging to sit down and write.
