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Why I Don’t Write Anymore

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WHY I DON’T WRITE ANYMORE-The rise and fall of the flame

-Nicole Martin

It’s been a very long time since I’ve put pen to paper-or to be truthful, keys to iPad screen.

I used to love to tell a story. I still do, I guess…yet I’ve discovered over the years, that if the words are not there, they are not meant to be written. Forced writing is bloody aweful. Reading it, is not dissimilar to enduring a boring speech written by someone other than the speaker, and delivered by a less than willing participant who’s connection with the topic is zip. There’s no resonance, it’s unauthentic, and it’s dishonest.

If I believe my writing is not honest, if it’s not truly me, then it’s not storytelling and it’s not truth. It’s just worthless words that mean nothing, and a serious waste of the reader’s time.

So if I have nothing to say-It is what it is.

In the interim, I am delighted to adorn my canvas with the images of a Tropical Paradise-a peacefully silent method of storytelling. A potentially powerful means by which to connect the viewer to their heartstrings and memories in their own unique way. This relatively new journey of imagery has highlighted the need for me to refine the art, and challenge myself further in order to achieve the outcome I so passionately desire-connection.

For the real magic in life is all about connection is it not?

That raging passion, that unconscionable excitement, that unwavering drive to attack the previously believed unattainable, is all about connection.

Ultimately, if there is no connection, there is nothing but an empty space that lingers, and the impossibly human need to fill it with something more meaningful, subconsciously gnaws.

I have decided, that despite my wavering interests, I will go with whatever my heart tells me to do at that particular moment in time. Life is not a prison. We are free to change our minds, lose interest in what we previously enjoyed, adopt a new challenge, connect with new friends, and birth new goals, with no need for justification, but simply an acceptance and a fresh appreciation for the new.

On the flip side, I have been known to fumble around vaguely for decades, continuously searching for what drives me, continuously searching for a magic connection, or whatever the phrase is…only to discover I have unknowingly circumnavigated my universe and ended up right back where it all began-My unique connection to the outside world-and yours-has always been within me-yet in disguise. Disguised by the freedom of youth, disguised by not having suffered yet, disguised by family values and beliefs, disguised by societal expectation, disguised by limited understanding of self.

So where does that leave me today?

Well, who would’ve thought. I’m writing again…and as I continue to dream and tackle the world, in peace with my dog, all is good and all is exciting, and scary and new and old and uncertain and connected.

Here’s to a pushing the next boundary!




"I have been writing and creating images all my life-though it's only now, that I have finally let in the light" ~N.Martin

21 thoughts on “Why I Don’t Write Anymore

  1. I understand your thoughts totally. When words don’t come to me, I just can’t pull them out. However, I have noticed that it can be triggered back, when you are not in the mood sometimes, you can feel that spark again at your lowest point of un-inspiration. It can be triggered back by a thought a word, a picture. Writing workshops help me a lot to escape a dry spell.

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    1. I pressed enter before I finished writing my comment… I am happy to hear that you are writing again and I look forward to reading what you will share with us next. Mountains of comforting hugs from France, Welcome back, lovely Nicole 🙂

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  2. A very good friend of mine shared a bit of advice once when I was really struggling, he stated “perhaps you need to be pushed to the edge of the envelope”. I will never forget this and when I think I am getting overwhelmed, I hear him and think – yes, you are right again, dear friend. Great post to share! ❤ ❤ ❤

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  3. Thanks for sharing your thoughts! It made me feel not alone, since I also have a burnt out passion (though I still sometimes enjoy things that I used to love but not as I used to).

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    1. You are most certainly not alone Kevin! It’s funny how we change with the evolution of our lives…sad? Perhaps. Perhaps not. I haven’t made up my mind yet. Appreciate your time, Cheers Nicole

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      1. Thank you Nicole for you wonderful words of encouragement Nicole…i would love to keep in touch with you and definitely hope to continue writing and bring a smile on the face of many!

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  4. That’s true Miriam, it’s our only option. Funny how I always seem to make my way back though, to the same place that I started-Writing for me, is about sharing a connection with like-minded people…and I like that. Lovely to talk with you, warmly, Nicole

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    1. Thanks Eric, it’s a nice feeling to write again. I am yet to find anything in my world, as settling and satisfying. Thanks for the reply-makes me realise how I’ve missed my writing friends. Yes, Jasper is our boy…our ageing boy now. He’s a bit slower, but remains as excited to spend time with us as ever, cheers, Nicole

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  5. Good to see you back Nicole. It wanes, doesn’t it, our interests and passions but you know what to do. Follow your heart and do what feels right for you, ultimately that’s all any of us can do.

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