Writer's block or just turning boring?

 


Some of you may know that for many, many years now I have traditionally made a LOT of handmade Christmas cards for my friends and co-workers. I usually start the process in September, (as I make around 120-130 individual cards with about 60 different designs), as it takes a lot of time and effort, (even if they don't look like it at times). 

I realise this may all sound narcissistic, it isn't, at no point have I ever thought anybody is particularly bothered about my Christmas card arriving or not, but I do hope those of you who have received a card have enjoyed them as much as I've enjoyed making them at least. I've had some kind comments over the years and that'salways nice to hear, but I'm definitely not big-headed about them...however, with that in mind, this years events have taken a toll on my mind clearly as I have hit a complete writers block, the ideas well has run dry for the first time in my life! I haven't been able to make a start and it's November now so it's looking unlikely this year. This saddens me immensely as, although I can't afford to get gifts for everyone, I like to give cards as the thought really is there. 

The same applies to those of you who have received a nonsensical note or letter from myself, I genuinely put my all in to each and every one but with my current "burnout" it seems the creative well has run dry! This is annoying for a variety of reasons, not least because I thoroughly enjoy writing and drawing and recently have been going through a mini crisis about my fears of becoming boring and kind of duller than I was before so this is compounding this theory, eek!


What do actual writers do when they hit a block? I've no idea, I'm not even writing or drawing anything of worth so no idea what I would do if there was pressure involved!? Probably have a full-on breakdown truth be told. Is there a limited number of things to be said and I have now reached that limit so from here on in I will just regurgitating the same old stuff? 

All is not lost...yet, but just in case I don't manage to get them done this year and thus brings my Christmas card tradition to an end - sorry, It's nothing personal, you're still very much on my Christmas card list but sadly I've run out of inspiration and ideas finally, sigh! 

You never know though, just verbalising this dilemma may kickstart my brain! 🤞


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