The Block of the Writer? 2025 Will Be Different
I am writing myself into obscurity. Each sentence feels more meaningless than the last. No direction, no forethought. Questioning every prose and wondering if people would scoff at the pointlessness of my work. It’s an expression of self-doubt that has caused a longwinded hiatus for Geordie Travels. I search for purpose in my writing. For a worthwhile hook, a great introduction, a compelling story for the middle, and that perfect ending that’ll tie things up …