Dear Writer’s Block,
It’s not you, it’s me. I’m to blame for accepting every excuse known to man. It’s my fault that I don’t show up early and often. Ultimately, allowing the normal scapegoats – family, finances, work, and the unexpected – to continue to distract me from the promises I’ve made to myself sit at my feet.
To a made up mind; these trivial things could never exist. For someone who has thought through and committed to the work required to gain momentum and escape mediocrity, this conversation might never take place. Again, my fault, not yours.
Up until now, I haven’t been able to create a plan. Up until now, my reply to your justifications for my lack of umph has been yeah, I guess you’re right and that’s simply not okay.
Time and time again, you have been faithful in protecting me from the unknown and, until now, I never considered the cost of that protection. Now; however, it’s clear and I’m sorry to have wasted your time. I knew this couldn’t continue indefinitely.
I’ve flirted with thoughts of having more than what we’ve had. Yes, I’ve been flirting with the idea of creating something different. I’m sorry if that’s hard for you to hear, but it’s true.
I’m sure there was a better way to handle this; however, this is the best I could come up with. After today, I won’t need you to protect me anymore. I think it’s okay to take the chances you’ve subtly warned me about.
It’ll be hard to figure out a way to replace all the time we spent together thinking about writing, but I have faith that through writing, it’ll get easier. Prompts alone might be just what I need to create a new and better writing life. Who knows?
If for no other reason, you’ve caused me to tire of this stagnant place in my writing, yet I know I never could have gotten here without you. I thank you for the lessons you’ve taught me, but this is the end.
From Day 1 of the Writing Prompt Boot Camp.