writer's blues

So I sit down to write and I’m blank. But the desire to write remains. Ted Hughes’ “Thought Fox” suddenly comes to my mind, and I glance through my previous writings. I cringe at the thought of not being able to write anymore. I wonder if anybody out there feels the same and that’s when I vaguely remember the interview of either Ruskin bond or Jeffrey archer of which I’m not sure but they expressed their fears of not being able to write anymore.  There is a wave of re assurance in my mind now. But the ghost of writing still haunts my grey matter nevertheless. This is the time when a writer goes into the self doubt mode. Not that I am an established writer, probably I don’t even deserve to be called a writer but I write and that’s what writers essentially do. The definition of a writer can be looked into some other time but my major concern now is the apparent dearth of topics to write about. This apparent dearth equals to a feeling of death of creativity. The feeling increases when you seem to come across bundles of creativity around. I would not say there is nothing to write about but probably there are too many things being written that leaves me feeling how is my opinion going to matter anyway?  Even with the slithering sinister like cynicism, one does not give up. Its only when the writer’s block is overcome can we say that a writer has proved her mettle. So here it is *wink*