Why I’ve Stopped Writing – Miss Write

I used to be a prolific writer. I was writing monthly for a magazine (around 2010,, for a couple of years), I blogged at least weekly here and on my travel blog, and I participated in group and online writing challenges. I had (have!) a great idea for a work in progress, and I loved every minute of penning an idea and creating a story.

So why did I stop?

I guess that’s a little unfair. I haven’t stopped writing for fun/enterprise entirely. I still blog weekly for my baking business 280 Bakes and it’s going great guns. However, the last post (aside from two in early March when I panicked and got keen again for a day) on my Born to be a Tourist travel blog was exactly a year ago, and on here, my poor writing/lifestyle blog has been severely neglected. The last post here was posted in May last year. Call myself a writer??

Well, actually I don’t think I do call myself a writer any more.

I write. I do. I use my skills in writing all the time: I write emails every day, to people as diverse as my Grandma (catching up) to the Lord Mayor of Bristol (a VIP event invite for 280 Bakes), I write reports, minutes, emails in my ‘day job’ in an office in Bristol… I was praised yesterday, in fact, for my easy style of writing – which prompted this post.  Unfortunately though, it’s just writing a shopping list that’s missing from the list of things I seriously sit down and write. I just don’t do creative writing much nowadays.

And it’s not like I cut back consciously. It happened gradually perhaps, and time flew by; suddenly it had been months and years since I’d worked on anything bigger than a 500 word blog about cake.

I think my writing time was diminished for a number of reasons:

a) Life got busy. Busier. Married, a (new) full time job and a business to run on the side, a pup, living in a new town with things to discover, more financial responsibilities… all these things take up time, no matter how pleased I might be to welcome them into my life.

b) Moving from Northamptonshire, I left behind me an awesome writing group which I Chaired. The group was such an inspiration, and the discipline of having to write a short story or selection of poems each month was a real driver for creativity. The group is still going, I hear, I still miss it.

c) I think, honestly, I’ve moved on a little from writing, too. I felt a bit guilty about this for a while, and I have no idea why. It’s not like I was letting down millions of fans. A few thousand followed me on the blogs, but I am sure no one cried. I was fully aware I was never going to get rich writing, but was keen at one stage to see my skills and portfolio develop professionally. Now, I guess, I have other interests, but should use writing more as a hobby or an outlet more.

d) I went through some dark times – anxiety and depression doesn’t encourage creativity, but with hindsight, it could have helped. At the time though, I couldn’t face writing anything with concentration levels on the floor and low self-esteem. No one wanted to hear from me, I was sure, and I didn’t really want to get stuck in writing negatively centred things.

However, there’s hope. The fact I’m writing this post is a positive sign. Hey, life is always busy – it’s about making time for what you want to do, your priorities. I’ve not found a writing group in Bristol which works for me, and I don’t know if I’m that enthused about going along, really, now. And you know what, it’s ok if writing isn’t a priority for me now. It’s just there, hovering in the background, something I can dip into as and when. Moving on isn’t a bad thing, in many aspects of life, but I know I can always go back to it. Life has taught me a lot in the last few years, and I’m sure there’s something I could say, especially now I’m much-improved mentally. Still working on it every day, but much mended.

I have 39 unfinished drafts for Miss Write and many more for Born to be a Tourist. Maybe I’ll have a crack this weekend. A long, potentially wet weather Easter weekend is a perfect excuse for some inner expression. Watch this space – but don’t hold your breath.

Lou x

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