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"Why haven't you written anything?" #askingForAFriend*

#askedByAFriend*

"Why haven't you written anything?", asked a friend. The reason is quite simple. I mean I am quite good at blaming, I always have been. So, this was not a difficult task. The culprit was "Writer's Block". You know they say there is no such thing as a Block or Writers' Block. It's just what people say. To justify that claim, I am no writer. So, telling everyone that I am on the crucial setback and am going to pounce back anytime now is just preposterous. How preposterous? Like those few people, who happened to be versatile bloggers writing almost every day and praising you that you are a good writer, but they haven't even visited your blog, yet keep on saying that they know how good of a writer you are and you listen to that, flattered, flustered and with a new found ambition to write more, only to realize that you deleted your blog a long time ago. Preposterous. You want a better example? I am sorry, that's all I have, I guess.

I have another friend, a girl. Now, for an introvert talking to a girl is kind of difficult. You wouldn't understand even if I tried to explain, you extrovert playboy philanthropist and some other cute six-packed words. So, for a conversation to break, one needs a common ground. Of course, you need to communicate in terms you understand or at least you pretend to understand. If a person was into rocket science, I could probably pretend, but when two neutrons hit each other, I am not sure what exactly happens. Nuclear reaction. Destruction. Yes, that is what I was searching for. Having said that it's a real shame that I can't even crack science being a science student. What if I told you I just did it to get out of school? Anyhow, I found the common ground. Blogging. Here, I could be a pretend artist, a freaking Picasso, I mean William Shakespeare. Damn, I should do my research in writing. 7 years into blogging and it looks like high school all over again, stuck in the same class. So, I get acquainted and become online friends, with no benefits. I know right, its' such a big bummer. Eventually, I would get a text at 3 AM asking for a push, since she is stuck at writing something. I look at myself, I have to go to another room since the mirror is there. I look at myself for a whole damn minute thinking when was the last time I wrote, do I even have a blog anymore and I realize never keep a lady waiting even though she never reads even one, I respond giving that motivating speech like the coach gives in the movies to the team in the final round. It's mostly gibberish but it has a great background score, the really motivating, hair raising one. I am not sure whether I have helped or not, I get cut off. I do try to followback by sending a few more messages. But damn, this friends with no benefits is such a drag, I tell you. And there's goes away my motivation. 

I have another blog. I have been fairly irregular. I have had it for a year, now. I don't have a reader base there, but I know a few people, like I do here. After reading a post, my intention is to leave a comment. Because writers and bloggers love comments. Its what keeps them motivated. If you don't know, try it. Leave a comment and see a positive impact on the person writing. That doesn't mean you have to leave a harsh and rude comment, but your opinion, positive or negative, just leave one. But I am amazed at the people leaving comments, mostly guys on girl's blog, which is nothing short of flirting. I haven't flirted or seen anyone in real, but I can just feel that itch in the throat, like that vomiting sensation, you know. Why? Because I have had my eye for quite some time and someone is applying a Tatkal. So, unfair. I even forget those lovely words I wanted to say to impress them. I just close the tab because that itch turned into a cough and I needed water.

I haven't written a single post in May of 2016. Do you know what the Blog stats say about my alleged visitors? As of today, 15000. That's like thrice of what I used to get when I wrote for the whole freaking month. I see that there is something terrible wrong with my blog. I have been trying to delete, move, customize and host it. But as the president of "The Procrastinators Elite", I just couldn't get work done, I had to postpone, like I am now. And that adds to the demotivating factor, finally making me unfit for writing.

"Why haven't you written anything?", asked a friend, not once, not twice, but thrice. This post is dedicated to him. Because despite being a shitty writer, he is checking my blog, whenever possible for a new post. I wish I had more friends like him. The Bloggers elite group could learn a thing or two from him, keeping aside your ego and whatnot. 

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