I’m Not Finished Yet

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Writer’s block is a funny thing, isn’t it?

Sometimes I feel like I can’t stop writing because there’s so much in my head that I need to write down immediately. Sometimes I just can’t write at all. It’s almost debilitating, because you feel like your blog needs a new post publishing now, yet you just can’t find the words to say anything.

I’m a perfectionist of the highest order. There, I’ve said it. Sometimes when one of my blog posts doesn’t do truly as well as I expected, or I lose a couple of fickle followers on Bloglovin’, it hits me quite hard. I take it personally and blame myself because it just wasn’t good enough. I¬†wasn’t good enough.

I always try and second guess what you lovely readers want to read, and I’m not a mind-reader, so I don’t always get it right. I very nearly took a break from blogging a few weeks ago because it was all getting a bit too much for me. I can’t only write about what’s in my head. Doing otherwise doesn’t make me happy. Basically: You can only really write about what’s true to you, not what you think will please other people.

My publishing schedule has been pretty dire of late, mainly because of the dreaded writer’s block. I’m not sure why it’s suddenly worse, but stressing about it certainly isn’t making it any better. I’m sorry to those of you who enjoy reading Katie Writes*. Please bear with me while I try and find my feet again.

*All three of you.

Blogging is tougher than it looks. It’s competitive, and for someone who relentlessly compares herself to others, it’s sometimes hard to stand your ground. I’m always striving to be the best I can be, and I hope you can see how far this blog has come in just eleven months.


But… there’s still more to be done. I’m not finished yet.

Carsington, Again.
I’m Not Finished Yet