Rediscovering My Writing Voice

I have been a writer for one and a half years. My journey began a little later than it should have—perhaps a decade after I first believed I could be one. Despite this late start, my passion for writing has only grown stronger.

Poetry and an Abandoned Blog

So far, I have only written a poetry book for myself and maintained this now-abandoned blog, if it can even be counted. Since COVID-19 struck, even my social media accounts have become barren land. The pandemic has made me realise how much I miss sharing my thoughts and creativity with others.

A Blessing and a Curse

Most of my writing these days is for my paid job. While the job has taught me a lot, it still hurts to think that my personal writing has taken a back seat. The primary reason I wanted to be a writer in the first place was to work from home—something I have achieved, given the current circumstances (though I have mixed feelings about saying that out loud). The second reason was to write about my own experiences and interests, which I realise I can start doing without leaving my job.

Finding My Voice Again

It’s ironic that nowadays, I don’t know what to write about except for what has been instructed to me. This struggle to find my own voice and topics to explore is a challenge many writers face. However, I believe that starting from the “I don’t know what to write about, but…” line can lead to beautiful places.

I need to write more, embracing the uncertainty and letting my thoughts flow freely.

Yes, I should do that more, and I’ll do it here.