{"id":5579,"date":"2025-05-15T21:04:28","date_gmt":"2025-05-15T19:04:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/?p=5579"},"modified":"2025-05-15T21:04:28","modified_gmt":"2025-05-15T19:04:28","slug":"why-is-writing-so-difficult","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/2025\/05\/why-is-writing-so-difficult\/","title":{"rendered":"Why is Writing so Difficult?"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"has-text-align-right\"><strong>Author:<\/strong> Leah Didisheim<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>So, I\u2019m sitting at my desk, looking at the blank page, right. I\u2019ve waited all week for this. The house is clean. I\u2019ve finished my readings for next week. I\u2019ve done all the chores I could possibly think of, just to have this additional hour to finally, finally write. It\u2019s my passion. What I want to do with my life. I shouldn\u2019t struggle so much to do it, right? And it\u2019s not like I don\u2019t have the ideas. I have them. I\u2019ve been on the second draft of my novel for forever. And then. Then there\u2019s this other novel I\u2019ve put on the side for so many years. This one novel that makes me want to cry. Because I\u2019d stopped doing it purposely. She could never leave me if I didn\u2019t finish it right? Because she was eternal. That\u2019s right. You heard it. And it\u2019s not like I believe in this stuff you know. I\u2019m quite realistic. But she was supposed to be eternal. So it didn\u2019t matter if I didn\u2019t finish interviewing her about her incredible, no, extraordinary life and did my other book in between. Because she\u2019d still be here after. Except she\u2019s not. She left me before I could finish it. I mean I have enough stuff to keep going, but can I? I haven\u2019t even been able to talk at her funeral. For god\u2019s sake she was supposed to have ten more years. Her mum died at 105 years old. And she was only 95. And still living alone in a house with stairs. Why did she want to go? Of course I understand, Grandma. Yes, I get it. Grandpa hasn\u2019t been here for a while. Your siblings left before you. And you hate dependence. I get that there wasn\u2019t really any other option but to leave those still here. But I guess I am mad. Because I wanted her to see more. I wanted her to be there at my wedding. And see my first child. She saw my cousins\u2019 children. Why not mine? It\u2019s unfair. But to be honest, that\u2019s not even what I\u2019m mad at. I guess I\u2019m mad because she didn\u2019t realise it was hurting us. I guess I\u2019m mad because she didn\u2019t realise we loved her. Maybe she couldn\u2019t. She just expected we\u2019d feel like she felt towards her parents and her grandparents. But it\u2019s your fault if we didn\u2019t, grandma. I guess you shouldn\u2019t have created this family if you didn\u2019t want us to care.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>So, no. I can\u2019t bring myself to write. Because there are always more important things to do. There are always things that need to be done. I\u2019m sick of being an adult I guess. Everything else makes me put my one passion to the side. Maybe I do it on purpose you know. Self-sabotaging. It\u2019s easier than to fail right? Bullshit I know. But if it\u2019s not compulsory, I don\u2019t know what to write. And I know I write well. Discipline sucks. My brain sucks. I can\u2019t get to stop overthinking everything. Like I cannot take a break without thinking about everything else I have to do. And you know, it\u2019s not like I don\u2019t have other stuff. I have uni. Theatre. Associative work. Laundry. Feeding myself. Sleep. Giving classes. Sports. Where am I supposed to find the time to write 500 words a day?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Look at that. 569 words. I guess I just did.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Author: Leah Didisheim So, I\u2019m sitting at my desk, looking at the blank page, right. I\u2019ve waited all week for this. The house is clean. I\u2019ve finished my readings for next week. I\u2019ve done all the chores I could possibly think of, just to have this additional hour to finally, finally write. It\u2019s my passion. 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