Finding Inspiration

I’ve been struggling recently on what to talk about on here for two main reasons. First, I’m trying to juggle lots of different things which include job applications, full-time work at a different job, applying for writing competitions, graduating, moving flat, and more. (These are excuses I tell myself, whilst I sat and watched Love Island – in my defence, you need time to wind down and relax, y’know? Self care and all that.) Secondly, I’ve lost track of my inspiration.

Maybe ‘lost track’ is the wrong expression to use here, but it’s the only one that I can think of (and I blame that on being tired and uninspired, which is kinda the whole point). It’s like my brain had a little Idea jar inside it somewhere, which had my various little musings and thoughts and what have you. Within it are several books that I want to write, plans I have for the odd project or two, and birthday present ideas. One of the main things, however, is what to write on my two blogs. For my book blog, I find it slightly easier – I’m always reading something, so I can do a review, or even talk about what I’ve read or want to read. On Alwayslovetowrite, however, it’s a bit trickier.

You see, this blog has almost been like a more PG friendly version of my diary. Whilst I don’t go into all the gruesome details, usually I blog when I’m feeling strongly about something – be that how much I love dogs, what I think about politics, or how I’m feeling more anxious or stressed. It’s the place where I can discuss about whatever I like, a platform that, in the age of the internet, I’m able to have. Anyone with access to the internet can have a blog, and that’s so exciting – all of a sudden you have a space where you can talk about what you want, because it belongs to you.

But what happens when you start to feel a bit down and tired? What happens when you come home from work or a busy day and you just want to watch some trashy TV? What happens when the only emotion you feel the most is just weariness? What do you do when you reach into that jar and the inspiration is all gone?

Because really, it’s not ideas that are running out, it’s the inspiration. I keep a small notes file on my phone where I jot down all the various ideas for blogs that come to me, and there are still a few on there that I could just use. But looking at them doesn’t stir anything within me. Nothing is standing out as being interesting enough that I want to tell the internet about it.

Some days, you just don’t feel like writing. And, like always with me, I don’t really have the answers. I think self-care is incredibly important – so much so that I kind of want to write a blog about it, which kind of helps in this current situation. Finding that thing that, in this moment, you feel strongly about, something that is important to you, is the exact thing that I always search for before I write these blogs. They’re not about perfectly crafted pieces of work, but a stream of consciousness as I work through what I’m feeling – which followers are subjected to (I’d say I’m sorry, but really I’m just rather happy you’re here).

Finding inspiration is always difficult. I like the advise of taking that much needed break, which calls to the very obese lazy lady inside me who just wants to sit around and eat all day whilst reading all the books I want to read. But I also like the proactive approach, of going out and trying to find that inspiration. Doing something new, trying different foods, reading a genre I never delve into. Meeting up with friends, going for a walk, or even taking a different route to work. It’s inspiration tied up with motivation, along with a good head space and positive attitude – a list of goals that, at least for today, I don’t feel like I can tick off.

Sometimes, all you need is a good night of sleep, with the hope that when morning comes, you’ll feel just a bit stronger to tackle the rest of the day. Fingers crossed.


One in 7 Billion

I am a completely insignificant person. I am just one in 7 billion, but I’m sure there are plenty of others like me. There are millions of other teenagers, other girls with blonde hair, other people with blogs – hell, there are just a ton of other people. To be honest, there isn’t much about me that’s screams ‘I’m unique’ and if a book was written about me, I don’t think it would be that interesting. I have 432 friends on facebook (a number which will decrease this summer when I finish school so I can delete people and not feel guilty about it when I see them in the corridor), I have a dismal 86 followers on Twitter, and a surprising 48 followers on this blog. 

But what about in five years time? Ten? Twenty? The possibilities are pretty endless. I could win the lottery, I could change my career and become the next Prime Minister, I could go and try my luck at wooing Prince Harry, I could end up in the next ‘Harry Potter’ and be the new Emma Watson. 

Something a little less ‘out there’: I could actually succeed in my Journalism dreams and end up on the television on Breakfast TV, or This Morning, or reading the headlines on BBC news whilst I shuffle papers on a desk like all good news readers do. Even better, I could be reviewing books all day, or movies, or music – I could go out to concerts all the time, be sent CDs, maybe even meet a few stars. I could be on BBC Radio 2, I could feature on Absolute radio, I could write for NME, or Time Out or-

The possibilities are endless. The opportunities to do what you want to do are all there. The chances to change the world are within reach. You don’t always need all As in school or a first in your degree or even a degree at all. 

So maybe I am insignificant at the moment – just a speck in the giant picture of things – but maybe one day my speck can become a dot or a dash of colour. 

Jeez, re-reading that I realise how cheesy/whacko/false-inspirational that sounds, but that’s what you get for the last day of the holidays as you contemplate your existence after churning out a few essays and worrying over all upcoming exams. Let’s hope that you 48 don’t unfollow like some of my Twitter followers did – apparently not everyone likes seeing pictures of your dog pulling funny faces. Who knew?


Writer’s block is incredibly annoying, but there are cures. For me, I find that all I need is some inspiration but, unfortunately, it can be really difficult to be so inspired. Some say that what you need to do is read something completely different or watch a film you’d never watch, go to places you have never visited before. I tried watching some films that I wouldn’t normally watch to cure my block, but I ended up just getting bored.

You never know when you will get really inspired, but I’ve found an unlikely source for inspiration: the norm. Ok, so it sounds stupid but for me I’ve found that my life has so many different opportunities for me to get inspired from, however, because it’s normal for me I completely overlook it. 

Take school for example: I go to an all-girls school and I’m about to start my final year. There are so many things that have happened at school that I just overlook, but when I mention them to other people suddenly my tales are enthralling. It’s the little things, like how when getting ready for a night out one girl’s bra was too big so we had to use duct tape to tighten it. I then think of the things my brother used to tell me when he was at an all-boys school and all of the differences. Even better, how when some boys are on our school’s territory suddenly everyone – and I mean everyone – is appraising them. Whether they like it or not, they will have all the girls discussing them in great, gruesome detail which I’d rather not elaborate on. 

I was feeling the effects of the block earlier today and even walking my dog down a different route didn’t help me. My inspiration came from somewhere that I didn’t expect whatsoever when my parents came home. 

My Mum is a professional flute player and tomorrow she has a concert, so some musicians who are also playing in the concert are staying the night. Somehow we ended up watching the saxophonist pouring a glass of wine WITH his saxophone WHILST he was playing. It was just so completely bizarre and so ridiculous, but everyone was laughing as we watched on. Little things like this is what helps my Writer’s block by being inspired. 

If you were to ask me now ‘how do you cure writer’s block?’, the honest answer is that you have to just wait for something to hit you. Instead of just sitting around, staring at a blank page, go out and do something or just spend time with family, friends, pets – whoever you can find. Go sit in a cafe and write down the characteristics of everyone sitting around you; make up life stories for them and a history, be it entertaining or not. 

Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it, and please drop a comment on what you think as it really helps. I hope you find your inspiration!