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OVERCOMING THE SO-CALLED 'WRITER'S BLOCK'

Writing is a measure of emotional intelligence. Why would i say that?
Maybe because the first-time writing experience din't last long enough. It was moving. It grew with time. & then faded away in the memory of glory.
Where does it come from? True to the heart, even rubbish sentences & word salads sound great when they're penned down by deep-seeded need to explore the long lost aspects of the self.

Its been 2 years I havnt written anything meaningful. Did something stop me? No.

Dint anything motivate me? Countless things did.

Then what went wrong?

Its the process. Words flew around in circles & giant tornadoes. Sentences kept forming as words settled into their positions. An idea was born.
However, it was soul less.

Becoming who you are, finding the one thing you really like, and then the disturbing thoughts of having to let it go.

Save the heart. Save the soul. Save the words.

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