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I write.

I delete.

I write, again.

I ‘save as draft’ and walk away.

I come back and delete.

There are things in my head that need to be translated to text, but it just can’t seem to be done. I’ve spent so much time on Facebook, being funny or profound in small doses that my mind just freezes when presented with a blank space for more than 250-or-so characters. This is the curse of social media.

This is also my attempt to break my writer’s block.

I used to write all of the time. When I lived in London, I would stick my headphones in my ears before I left my flat and just start walking. It didn’t matter if I was just walking to explore a new neighbourhood or if I was walking with a particular destination as my goal - I would walk and think. And my mind would be filled with stories and scenes. I used to carry a notebook and write down some of the better scenes. Those scenes became a screenplay and I spent two years refining that script. I even gave a copy of the script to the person I wanted for the lead role in the film - and I’m insanely protective of my fictional writing (mostly because I don’t think it’s any good).

Moving back to Bakersfield killed my creativity. I continued blogging for a while, but even that stopped when Facebook took over the world.

This is my attempt to claw back some of that creativity.

Wish me luck.