I keep writing these long, involved posts for this global communications colossus and, when finished, keeping them as drafts rather than publishing them.
Why? I dunno.
I can’t figure out if it’s because I’m afraid my writing is bad, my reasoning is bad, or my self-esteem is bad. I suppose this is pretty much the dictionary definition of writer’s block. The only thing is, as I say, I’m writing like crazy. I’m just not putting it out there.
I’ll get to the bottom of this sooner or later. For all I know, I may eventually publish all the posts I’m holding in my Draft folder. If so, you won’t be blamed for saying, “Did he claim writer’s block? What is he, crazy?”
There are, by the way, 55 unpublished drafts in that folder as of this moment.
So maybe I’ve hit upon a brand new writer’s malady: posting block. Perhaps, when all is said and done, they’ll name the syndrome Glab Block. Or Big Mike’s Disorder.
Not exactly the kind of immortality I dreamed of when I started out in this writing racket.