A while ago, I suddenly realized that I have barely written anything in the past year or so, or even so much as thinking about writing. Not that I was a consistent writer in the past, but at least it did it more often than now.

The one thing that worries me the most is the lack of ideas I have nowadays. I used to have thousands of thoughts swirling in my head all the time. I would mentally write a new scene while walking to the train station for instance, or make up new characters while lying in my bed. I just had to figure out how to make all those separate ideas into a coherent whole while filling out the many gaps.

I believe the reason for this was when I consciously put a temporary stop to those thoughts, because I thought they were hindering my personal progress in the short run. There were days when I really tried to work on my thesis, and wound up spending hours giving in to my creative urges. I figured it was more important to concentrate on finishing my thesis (which I decided to drop anyway) and finding a steady job first. Once those worries were out of the way, I could start concentrating on my writing again.

As it turns out, it doesn't work that way. In the past, the reason for my lack of writing was that I tended to dwell too much on the details, and because I hated what I did manage to write. But now I don't even know what to write about. Which is one of the (many) reasons I started blogging. I hope that by forcing myself to write on a regular basis, I would to able to lift the mental block I put upon myself.