I don’t know what happened but all of a sudden, I have writer’s block. I sat down to write something for Medium and before I knew it, I had written a bunch of crap.
Maybe it’s because I got psyched out by already being named a top writer in the topic of feminism. In fact, I’m pretty sure that’s what it was. It just puts so much pressure on me to make sure that my next article is really good, which ironically (but maybe not surprisingly) makes me seemingly unable to string together a coherent paragraph.
Maybe it was also reading things on Medium about how to make a lot of money there. That always psychs me out, too.
I feel like I’m on the verge of gaining a really big audience and I have an enormous case of impostor syndrome. Maybe they’ll find out that I can’t really write at all.
I know that realistically, not everything I write is going to be fabulous, and the point is just to keep writing anyway. But for whatever reason, I just can’t do it. It’s the ultimate in self-sabotage.
I have this feeling that I could really make a career of writing—much more so than I already have. Yet for some unknown reason, I can’t seem to get over this hurdle.