We hit a pretty major milestone here at TruthInjected this week.
We now have over 100 subscribers!
So before I get into what is happening with the site, I want to express a massive thank you to all who have subscribed. When a site is in its beginning stages like TruthInjected has been over the past few years, having a loyal base of readers and subscribers helps the site more than anything else, so once again, thank you!
America’s mid-terms are just around the corner, and at a time where political and social upheavals are rampant, there are so many issues through which the battle lines are drawn. You just need to log into social media to see the topics that people are posting about on their Facebook timelines and earnestly tweeting about to see that times have moved on from the era of people Rick-rolling each other and posting cat memes.
Social media has become a vehicle for ideological wars, and through the smoke of the rhetorical artillery shells, there’s a disturbing and perhaps even surprising reality that is emerging.
Well, another day, another dissenting view silenced. Having avoided the censorship controversy that other tech companies have waded into over the past week, Twitter finally couldn’t ignore the itch anymore and hit the big red “ban” button.
The unhealthiest phase of my life was between the ages of 20 and 25. I smoked a pack a day, ate terrible food most of the time, went to bed after midnight every night and got up just in time to shit and shave for work. Yes, I was that guy – the last one to stumble in the office door.
For 5 years of my life, somewhere in the murky waters of my late teens and early 20’s, my life was like a slow-motion race to the bottom between eating a terrible diet, smoking cigarettes, partying too hard, driving too fast, staying up until dawn, mixing with people who weren’t resourceful to my cause, and harboring complete apathy towards anything beyond tomorrow.
I was going to live forever, so anything that involved responsibility or serious planning could wait until later.
Most people like to live in a safe space of their own design. They don’t want to do anything that will test their abilities, confront ideologies that challenge their worldview, nor will they do anything that others might see as odd or socially unacceptable.
I’m not talking about streaking at a sporting event either.
Sitting in front of a word processor, while the cursor blinks hypnotically at the top of a blank page, is a ritual of writing. Blogger’s block, as I call it, is an unavoidable part of the writing experience. There are times where the words simply don’t flow.
If you’re a writer of any description, I guarantee that your creative fountain has clogged at some point. It happens to the best of us.
In this post, I will give you 7 methods that I personally use to both avoid and push through blogger’s block.