Writer's block and leaving something you love

Stories from an art school dropout, Ep. 1

Dear readers, I knew this day might come…I just didn’t think it would come this quickly. As I sat down to write this week’s newsletter on Sunday, I was hit with something I was dreading.

Writer’s block.

In my drafts are five posts from the weekend that I have started, struggled with, and abandoned. By 11pm on Sunday, I had given up on making any real progress. I vowed to wake up early the next morning, looking forward to a fresh start. “It’s Monday!” I thought cheerfully to myself, “it’ll be like a brand new work week!”

Oh god.

This is when I realized that I had the sunday scaries from…writing. One of the joys of being on a sabbatical (which currently is not much of one anymore because life and bills) is sliding into your Monday mornings without that knot of dread twisting in your stomach. So how the hell did I manage to self-inflict this on myself?