I had truly believed at one point I was writing the greatest music of my life. I was embracing my inspiration and benefitting from a level state of mind and emotion; a combination of collected feelings and a positive surrounding was my secret. Such is life – where all living things eventually die and ‘all good things must come to an end’, my string of good writing evidently fell victim to these theories. Writers’ block had undeniably set in, and confidence dissipated. I had heard a good friend of my family once say that a writer writes their best during writers’ block. How could such a statement be true when you hate everything you write no matter what? Precisely why, he argues. Anything you write looks and sounds terrible, hence why we never show anyone anything, but it is important to understand that our own standards of what we consider good writing become inflated tenfold. Some of my most favourite songs that I have ever written are complete products of music I write during writers’ block. I’ve learned a few things, appreciate everything you write and most importantly save things.
