Breaking Up With Writer's Block - 1/26

[ANiMayAsh]

Dear Writers Block,

It’s not you, it’s me. I know that this is the last thing that you wish to hear, but I cannot stand myself to lie to you any longer. Yes, all of those times you and I sat on the couch together watching American Idol were lies. All the times when I embraced your steel hold on me were lies. All of this time, every second I smiled in your direction, were lies. I’ve allowed this to go on for too long, and for that I’m sorry. To make it up to you, I’ll tell you the truth, the truth in which you so wholeheartedly deserve.

We both want different things.

We both need different things.

You see, you want a life that is safe and easy. You cannot handle a world where words crowd our lives. You cannot even begin to comprehend a world where the thoughts and feelings of others that don’t even exist interfere with our own. You cannot ever understand these things, but I don’t hold that against you. I learned long ago that this is who you are, and at the time it was enough. At the time it didn’t bother me, because I was so busy, so blind, so…naïve to understand the full importance these things held to my life and ultimately my heart.

Nothing is ever set in stone. People change, I changed. I went from sitting on that couch and watching the T.V in between homework and school to wanting something more. You can no longer even recognize what I want, so…allow my to elaborate. I want to explore the inside of my mind, delve into the deeper more unknown parts of my psyche. The only way I feel I can do that, is by observing the thoughts and feelings of others and make note of how the way they think effect the consequences of their actions. These are the things I want in my life now…and I can’t help but feel that you are no longer able to provide these things to me.

I know we have been through a lot, and that we have a history unlike others, but…I have wings that can no longer withstand the wiring of your cage. I cannot be held down any longer. I will not allow you to restrain me. Yet, as I said before, it’s not you. This is solely me. I want to expand my horizon. I want to break free. I want to observe. I want to explore my own mind as well as those nonexistent others. I’m the one who needs a change. While, you are content with staying the way you have been throughout this entire relationship. That’s not your fault. This is not your fault…it’s my feelings that changed.

We’ve been through a lot, but I swear to you, WB (Remember the pet name I gave you, I feel it may be the only real piece of endearment you may have left of me) , that this will work out better for both of us in the long run. I know it’ll be tough for you to move on to the next writer sitting lonely on her couch…but I assure you that I’ve already gone on to bigger and better things.

You‘ll see my book on shelves soon and realize I‘m right.
Ashlyn

[Corinne Marie]

Dear Writer's Block,

It's not you, it's me. I can't seem to stay commited to anything else with you around. You're so distracting. I really just need to focus on my work right now. I can't keep staying up all night with you. I've talked to my friends, and they tell me I'm making the right decision, and I know I am. Please, Writer's Block, don't make this more difficult than it has to be. I'd really like you to be out of here by tonight. See, I'm hanging out with a few book characters, and if you're still around, I'm afraid I won't be able to absorb any of the things they are trying to tell me. Maybe someday we will be okay again, and we might even be able to be friends. But for now, why don't we just part ways? It'll be a lot easier on everyone. Goodbye and good luck.

--Corinne Marie

[Vanessa]

Dear Writers Block:

It's not you, it's me.. I'm tired of your shackles tightening themselves in my brain. I mean, really! Every time I go to write something, there you are!!! What the hell? I don't get it. Are you trying to drive me insane? This is a toxic relationship that has lasted way too long. You have sucked every ounce, every inkiling of my creativity. But do you care? No! You just sit there and smile as if everything's bliss. But it's not. I'm sick of your constant belittling. I'm tired of your attitude toward my writing. I've had it with your ever constant reminders of how blatantly stupid you think my ideas are. So, Mr. Writer's Block, are you happy? Because I'm not. And that's why I'm writing you this email on YOUR computer! I'm over you, and its about damn time you released me from the depths of your captivity!!!

Sincerely So Not yours,

Finally Free!!!

[luxstar]

Dear Writer's Block, it's not you, it's me ...

It's really quite ridiculous at this point for us to continue on our paths together. I don't know why I let you into my life, or why I keep coming back to you, but I really feel like I've come to the point in time where I really just need to part ways with you. Not only does our union make it so I feel useless and counter-productive, but since we've been together I have put aside my dreams of fame and fortune, success, and personal fulfillment. And for what?
I just can't be in a relationship that makes me behave that way.

I can no longer let anything keep me from what I truly love. With everything going on in my life, now more than ever is when it would be good for me to have a creative outlet to vent so much frustration, but there it is, this feeling I get when I'm with you, telling me I'm not good enough, making me feel all panicky and insecure and causing me to fail even before I begin!

Maybe it's just all in my head, but I can't do it anymore! I have to get over this hump and start writing again no matter what, even if it means sacrificing our relationship.

So I hope you understand. Really, there are no hard feelings. Like I said, it's more about me than you, probably. But I just need to do whatever it takes to write again, so I think it's best we both move on. Goodbye, and best of luck with your future victims, err, I mean, endeavors.

Sincerely,

Jennifer

[flyinghigh450]

Dear Writer’s Block,

Really, it’s not you. It’s me. I just feel that this relationship is suffocating me, and I can never get anything done because I’m always upset that I can’t write. I feel like I’m being held back from my true potential as a writer, and that’s not fair to me.

Would you believe, that the times you cheated on me, I was actually happy? Truly, I wasn’t upset one bit when you left me alone a couple of nights and spent it with someone else. No, don’t… I don’t want to know who they were. It doesn’t matter. I just felt so happy and free when you were away, and I must keep that feeling for the rest of my life. I can’t go on living this way.

I know that I told you that my friends all liked you, but I lied. In truth, none of them were too fond of you, and they could see through your exterior better than I ever could, until now. I now see that our relationship has been based on falsities, like the fact that I can’t writer, or that I’m not creative enough to come up with new ideas. It’s not fair to either of us to live a lie for the rest of our lives, right?

Besides, there are so many other people out there for us to experience, and I feel ready to meet those people. A piece of advice, however, is that perhaps for a while you should only hang out with someone for a little while at first, to see if they can get used to you, or if they even like you at first. It was never flattering when you forced yourself upon me and never gave me a chance to decide if I wanted to continue this relationship. Now I’m putting my foot down and saying “No!”

I’m sure that we’ll meet again one day in the future, but I want you to promise that it will only be a brief meeting, like grabbing coffee or a quick lunch, and you must be on your way. I can’t have you lingering around me longer than a couple of hours, or I fear I will fall back into my same routines, and who knows how much that could affect my life in the future. What if writing is my main source of income, and I just can’t write? I know you care about me, and you wouldn’t want me to have to worry about money like that.

And so I say good bye. We can both part ways for this point on. No other contact is necessary. I’ll leave your things in a box outside my door.

(No longer) Yours,

Nikki

[Jadyx]

Dear Writer's block,

It's not you, it's me. I just don't really feel like this relationship is going in the right direction. I'd rather not have a love unrequited, and this is certainly that. Although you really don't know what you are doing to me, and the frustration you cause me. I don't feel very loved when I can't think of anything good to produce on paper. I know it's your job, and it may be my job to deal with you, but i just can't see us going on like this anymore. i'm sorry, but it just has to go. And you know, maybe you could spend your time torturing other people. Actually, I have a mission for you., so listen up. There's a Rabbi outside wearing a bikini eating a corndog, and he's wants you to pass the tora. Have a good one, see ya.

[franciscangypsy]

Dear Writer’s Block –

It’s not you. It’s me.

I can’t handle this anymore. I spend hours fighting with you. When I’m not fighting you; I’m wasting time moping about you. I can’t get anything done. This isn’t working out.

Oh, it was cute before, I guess. We used to joke about how you kept me so distracted, incapable of any productive work. My friend even made me a little block representing our relationship. It was funny. Funny and cute only goes so far.

But it’s not you. Really it’s not. I just can’t work past the distraction any more. It’s all me. I can’t multi-task. And as fun as our relationship has been, there comes a point where a girl has to make a decision. Time is too precious to waste and I’ve been wasting far too much of it.

Oh, I’ve tried all the methods – music to center and focus me, forcing myself to work through the distraction, research. Nothing I’ve tried has worked. This isn’t working.

I’ll remember you fondly, but I can’t handle this relationship. You are too much for me. So, regretfully, I must bring our long-term companionship to an end. If you care for me at all, you will let me go.

Take care, Writer’s Block. I just need to move on. There are characters and plots waiting for me. I’m sure you’ll find someone else to console you and we’ll both be better off.

Sincerely,

T.A.F.

[SheaKay]

If anybody wants to send it to Writerz_Block@Yahoo.com, feel free. It gives you some closure. I made it.

[Castle]

Dear Writer’s Block,

It’s not you, it’s me.

I don’t see this relationship going anywhere. Anytime we get any headway, you always hold both of us back from our full potential, and I think we would both do so much better if we parted ways. We have had a long history together, you and I… many late nights talking over deep issues and reorganizing plot lines just to satisfy your hunches, but no more. I am a much better person, and an author of my own life, and I need to do this by myself. I am turning the page on you; writing a new chapter, and you must move on to someone else. But, as for me, I will write the future of my life alone.
At first, we started our relationship because everyone else loved you… they involved you so much in their own lives that I thought it was only natural that I do it too. But, I was wrong. It is not the way things should be. You will still have countless chasing your heels, but I will remain a bachelor on the vicarious seas that is writing.

I have changed as a person so much that our relationship would crumble if we tried to make it work. So, let us both decide to do the wise things and part our separate ways before it drags us both into the depths of forgetfulness, pre-set amnesia, watcha-ma-callits, how-do-you-spell-that’s, and being flat out lost within the depths of my story. You are no longer in charge of my life, because I am the author of it.
I refuse to look back on those late nights with the computer screen lighting my keys. A coffee to my right, a notebook to my left, my iPod playing tunes, and you… always you.

Don’t bother calling; I’ll ignore it. Don’t visit me; you’re not welcome anymore. Don’t try to mend this, because I need to have my life back and will never go back to those late nights with you again.

Goodbye Writer’s block,

Sincerely,

Your ex

[heathermoreland]

Dear Writer's Block,

It's not you, it's me. I'm afraid it's time we part ways for the time being at least. The truth is you no longer serve a greater purpose for me anymore.

You were a perfect excuse for the wheels in my mind to stop turning. A perfect cover-up for the fear of failure. You were a creative and posh way of explaining why I needed to stay in bed just a little longer.

But, after a while, I became bored and the things pounding in my heart seeking a way out - ended up winning after all.

I hope you don't feel used because I would like to "use" you again if the need arises. But, for now passion has returned and I just don't have the commitment that you have to linger around for so long - knowing that you are unwanted.

So you see, it's not you. It's me and my selfishness. A selfishness to explode on paper the things that are exploding inside of me after years of keeping quiet. It was good while it lasted. But, I'm ready to move on and make a statement.

Love your friend,
Till we meet again.