No writer is immune to those awfully silent days -those times when the words simply won’t flow. The dreaded writer’s block . We know it, we feel it, we succumb to it. So many, so much have been written about it. And here I am wrestling with this issue inspite of the numerous books, articles and blogs that have been written to address this form of writer’s flu. Advertisements
It has been often said that a writer who does not have a love for the written word cannot succeed. I honestly don’t know how true this is, but I know I love words – I enjoy reading them and it is pure pleasure to use words to create. Where this love came from, I don’t know. It certainly wasn’t learned from the grownups around me when I was young, because I am the only reader in the family. In grade school, I remember reading book after book after book, without any prodding from my teachers, except in first grade when I was fortunate enough to have a teacher who encouraged me to read on.
