Whoever Thought Writing Could Be So Hard

Yeah, I know, I know. I'm not going to sugar-coat it this time. I fail at keeping this updated. I worry I may have a small form of ADD, because every time I decide to do an update, my attention gets thrown in a totally new direction, and that's the last you'll hear of me.

Anyways, you might remember a short while ago I mentioned I would love to get a job doing some professional journalistic work of some sort (okay, I can hear you snorting and holding back a laugh from here). Well, as the fates would have it, I stumbled upon a place looking for applicants. All they require is a sample review, submitted by the date of "as soon as possible".

Now, I enjoy writing. I've always been good at it, and passed my Year 9 english class on the merit of a story I was writing in my own time, not by the assigned classwork (thank you for being an awesome teacher, Mr O'Shea!) Journalistic writing is pretty similar to fantasy or fiction writing, just change the narrative around a little, add in some opinions and bam! One fully produced article. Boy was I wrong.

All afternoon I have been sitting here with pencil and paper, word processors open, and I haven't gotten myself any further towards a finished product than having a list of bullet points for what I want to cover written out. Each beginning of an introduction sees itself with scribbles, additions, and massive crossed out sections, as I can't seem to settle on an interesting and entertaining way to bring my audience into the review.

I could be just stressing myself out, and giving myself extreme writers block as a result. I don't want to rush this piece, as it's important that it's well structured, with proper spelling, grammar and punctuation. Though at the same time I feel that pull of urgency, for the sooner I submit this review, the better.

On the bright side, I guess, this is a problem all writers find themselves going through at some point. It's hard to imagine some of my favourite authors sitting at their desk, with the stereotypical mesh waste-paper basket beside them, filled to the brim with the crumpled remains of failed manuscripts overflowing into a mess on the floor.

Here's hoping my case turns from writers block into writers lego blocks, and I can start building something amazing. Wish me luck!