Earlier this week I struggled to write my blog and as I went about my everyday chores, “writer’s block” kept coming to mind. When it did, I actually said to myself, in my head, You’re not a writer! You just have a blog. Real writers are offended and insulted by bloggers who think they can write.
That was super helpful in getting my creative juices flowing.
Writing comes very easy to me and so does the reelection that comes with it. Whether I’m any good at either is not for me to decide, but when I put keyboard to iPad it flows naturally and I love it. I wonder sometimes how I went two and a half years without writing before I figured out how technology and what little vision I do have would allow me to return to it.
As with most of us, even though we know we aren’t supposed to, my identity was wrapped up in my job, they were one and the same. The loss of my career has been one of the most difficult and painful parts of my diminished eyesight. Truth be told, three years later, I still lay in bed at night and think about my old life – the hotels, the people, the places – and passing the airport still makes my heart ache. But I now throw my creative energies into my blog and treat it as seriously as I did my professional life pre-vision loss. And since I write about my life and all its parts, my occupation has never been more my identity. I am my blog, my blog is me. And I am a writer.
Sincerely,
Sister Rain
Writer
www.sisterrain.net
