Oh boy, I’ve been staring at this blank word document for far too long.

I’d like to start off by saying thank you to Mother Maven for the opportunity to guest-write on Uptown Maven. When I was first asked to do this, I was honored to say the least. This blog is one of my favorites, and I always smile a bit when I see the “New Post” email in the social tab of my inbox. Now, let’s get into the writing. I might not be able to match the complex diction done by the last guest-writer Vinicio, but I’ll surely try my best.

I’ve just come back to write this after a few days of scraping the inside of my mind for a half-decent topic. I wanted to write something good enough so that everyone reading this will want to hear more of my writing. I must have thought of over a few dozen topics and still have come up short.

I call myself a writer, yet I have nothing to write about. I’ve experienced at least a few hundred different scenarios within the past few days, yet none of them left the slightest impact on me that would allow me to write upon. My brain must be broken, there is no other explanation. Have I been missing my friend too much? Have I not been relaxing enough? Have those damned video games really fried my brain? In order, the answers to those questions are no, no, and no.

Simply put, I’m making the mistake of letting perfection get in the way of good enough. Surely, there was viable content in the last five posts I half-way wrote and then discarded, but I was trying to hold them to too high of standard. I keep shooting for perfect, and if I can’t reach it, then I won’t even try. Even now, as I lay in bed listening to my inner monologue mix with my Peaceful Piano playlist on Spotify, the only thing I can focus on is how I can save this article and make it worth writing.

Is it possible that the lack of any subject at all can be the subject of this post? I don’t know, but let’s just play along and say yes. I think I’m at the point where my mind is playing tricks on me. It’s pushing me towards deleting all of the text I’ve written so far, closing the tab, and just calling it a day; I’m experiencing writer’s block, yet my brain always seems to be in this situation. Am I really a writer if I can never find the right words to write about? Yes.

In a way, this issue in its entirety can be attributed as the reason I started blogging. I wanted to give myself a challenge to write more frequently. A challenge to light a fire in my comfort zone, causing me to evacuate and find solace in a new place.

To my readers, I guess we will find out.

To Mother Maven again, thank you for the opportunity. To all other Maveners, I thank you for reading, and hopefully you’ll continue to read more of my postings over at michaelsuntitled.

Untitled, Michael