Writing in Everyday life

I used to think of myself as a writer, as a storyteller. The rush of writing a story on deadline, or of turning around a feature story while under the gun, got me to my happy place. Never made me orgasm, but probably came close once or twice. It was magical.

Now... meh. I'm definitely not a writer, I definitely don't tell stories in my every day job. I can't figure out whether I've lost that knack entirely, or whether it's just been on hiatus so long that I don't know how to reclaim it.

That's part of the reason why I rarely blog anymore. When I first started an online diary, I swear, it was one of the first things I did when I needed to vent. That's not true anymore. I don't even think of writing as something in my toolbox of emotional cleansing, something I can use to express myself.

I'd be curious to see feedback from any of you other writerly types out there.