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Writers Block

With blogging and writing, I am normally quite good with coming up with ideas to talk about, but recently this has not been the case.

I keep thinking that I am through and worst of it but at the same time it seems like I have only go on a week to week basis. The reviews are always coming but in the wake of doing weekly content for the majority of the year so far, the inspiration pool has become dry.

Although I have ideas for stories and creative writing, with my blog content, I always want to talk about something that I care about. Whether that be something personal or an issue that I see in the wider community, but for some reason, this has become increasingly hard.

I would be lying if I said that at the current moment I was involved in the book community and the ideas that are floating around so I don't feel like I can comment on any issues.

Although I do want to say that the Anti-Asian and Antisemitism conversations with Jay Kristoff and Emily Duncan are not authors that I will be supporting on my blog. Including books that they coauthor in. I do have a review copy of Aurora Burning but I do not want to read this now and will not get space on my blog.

I feel like the ideas have to come as inspiration and they can find me randomly at the strangest of times. Like writing this blog post. As I seem to have come up with two more ideas in the last five minutes.

I also have that one blog post that I have been putting off for like two years because it is hard to together.

So I do have ideas but I am consistently worried that they will run out. Let's put it this way I will never be the blogger who can plan their posts months in advance. At this point, I am two weeks ahead.

And even if I don't have any ideas one week, I still have a lot of book reviews to post so don't worry! 

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