On creative frustration

One of my biggest regrets in life–and I’m not a person who thinks about the past much–is that I stopped writing when I got a full-time job. I had been freelancing before and during my Master’s. No matter how much one loves writing, it is still an art that requires practice and discipline. Freelancing even more so, because you’re your own boss. It was difficult and frustrating to push myself at times, to keep writing, pitching, submitting. But nothing has been as difficult as trying to clear the fog and anxiety of what I call creative frustration–to get back into writing because I want to–so, so badly–and failing to do so. It’s as if when I was writing every day I was flowing along the river’s current, carried with all the fish, but the day I stopped writing, I was thrown out of the water onto the bank, and now the river looks too big, too fast, too treacherous to even go near, let alone dive back into. There are lot of mistakes I’ve made in my life, but nothing tops leaving writing–be…

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