How Steemit Has Impacted My Life By Making A Much More Creative Person - An Article On Writing Articles

infinitor (67)in #humanity • 9 years ago (edited)

I remember that there was a time when I would sit at my desk and just stare into the white abyss of the paper lying down in front of me.

He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.

The abyss did gaze back into me; it made me blank. With the pen in my hand I would sit there for hours never once writing a single word. My mind would jump from one place to another in the blink of an eye. One moment I'm thinking about sex and drugs, the moment I'm thinking about life and death. My creativity had gone into a downward spiral so much so that I couldn't make out even a single ray of originality. The idea-machine inside my head needed some oil to get it working again but I had no idea where to get it.

Everything I tried just ended leaving more blank than before. I tried movies, books. I felt like they absorbed something from and I felt empty. I needed to hold down the ideas and keep them in one place, expand them and refine them. That process was incredibly heavy and tiring for me because I had absolutely no ideas coming to me.

Instead of going to Creativeland, I had taken a wrong turn to Writer's Block.

It was necessary for me to get out of that place, as it was the darkest one I had ever been to. No ideas and creativity are the death of writing. You might know what I'm talking about. It's a very unique feeling. A writer strives for great ideas and ultimately thrives on them. Ideas aren't the only thing that make a writer writer. It is the proper use of words and sentence structure that keeps the reader enthralled. It keeps the reader to turn every page with anticipation, thinking about what might happen in the next sentence. I do not possess that kind of talent. In fact, I am the worst writer of whom you have ever read an article. So why do I keep writing them? It is because ideas need an outlet. If not let out at the proper time, either they will keep piling up on top of each other, or just vanish. Trust me, you don't want either of that.

Ideas are synonymous with a gathering storm if not let out. Once they pile up enough, either they just burst out of you or, the worst case scenario, you cannot make out a single idea. You ramble on around that one particular idea but you cannot figure out what that idea was exactly. When an idea comes to you, it reveals to you it's core which tells you what it's all about and how should you present it to the reader. If you lose hold of the core, that idea is worth next to nothing. You can never present it in the way it was meant to be presented. You can lose your mind in some cases.

I needed that oil for my idea-machine but it had went obsolete at this point. Nothing could provide the juice I required. Until something did.

I feel like these attention drifts that begun in this period will last for a long time. Or I think that because I'm still recovering, it's hard to tell at this point. But one thing is for certain: I'm much more creative now that I was before. All thanks to Steemit!

Steemit has provided me the necessary motivation to keep writing. Therefore, it has given me ideas. Without motivation, no idea can come to you and even if it does you would not be able to capture it at it's core. When you're motivated your writing will feel a thousand times better. When has anything bad ever come out of motivation for the right thing?

Steemit has given me that very special thing that makes me wake up every morning and just write on. Every writer should possess that kind of thing because it is the very essence of writing. If writing feels like a chore, then frankly you should not do it. Either write something else or quit writing entirely.

I remember when I was writing a novella. I had decided upon an idea but mid-way through it, I thought that the novella felt too cheesy. So I scrapped the idea and began all over. I noticed that everyday I would wake up, write a few lines, and just stare at the word count. Ugh, just two-thousand words? When is this going to end?, I thought to myself. Instead of setting up a storyline in my head, I had a set-up a word count target that I needed to achieve. That I felt if I achieved it, my story would be complete. I decided to give the whole manuscript a read. It was the worst kind of abomination I had ever laid my eyes upon. Utter bullshit. I felt so ashamed that I instantly deleted the file. Immediately after emptying the recycle bin, I felt completely relieved. It felt like a huge load was taken off my back and just disintegrated. It was the best kind of feeling that I hope no writer ever gets to experience because it practically proves that you are a piece of shit writer.