I've been receiving quite a few emails lately from reader asking if I'm alright, especially since I've been unusually quiet over the past month. As many of you have noticed, I only published one article throughout June. To everyone who took the time to check on me, thank you. It means more than you know.
Yes, 'm okay.
The truth is, for the past few weeks, it has felt as though the writer in me simple went silent. I don't even know why. The inspiration I've always had just suddenly...disappeared.
Whenever I write, it usually begins with something that stirs my heart. Whether the experience I had lately, or a conversation I had with a friend, mostly verses, or even the smallest moment that refuses to leave my mind. But lately, there has been nothing. Just silence.
Perhaps that's one of the quiet weaknesses of being a writer. We cannot force genuine inspiration. We can sit in front of a blank page for hours, hoping words will come, but sometimes they simply don't.
There were moments when I even wondered if I still wanted to write anymore. I felt as though I had lost the courage, the drive, and the love for it.
Did something happen?
Honestly, I don't know how to answer that because I don't fully understand it myself.
What I do know is this. Seasons like these are temporary. They always have been.
One day, the words will return. So will the inspiration, and the courage, and the quiet excitement of sharing stories again. Until then, i will allow myself to rest without forcing what is not ready to be written.
Thank you for waiting. Thank you for caring enough to ask if I was okay. Your kindness reminded me that there are real people reading these words, and that alone gives me hope.
I'll be back.
And for sure, I'll find my words again.
Until then, keep the faith.
