I took A PERSONAL HIATUS.
618 days.
That’s how long I spent away from my own blog.

My Hiatus from Devious Words
Now, that isn’t to say I haven’t written at all in over two years. In truth, my hiatus only applied on this blog, while my writing schedule became busier and hectic soon after.
Somewhere in late 2020 I joined an awesome group of sports writers and creators on @edfsports and @edfwrestling to write articles about one of my favourite things; Wrestling.
I have learned a lot about writing since joining; about SEO’s, about the technicalities of professional writing and about the ways of getting traction for articles. Whether I can use them for myself, I will see but it has been and continues to be a great experience . I also learned a lot about myself, and what I are able to achieve as a writer and a person in general.
But at the time, like many, many other creatives, I was in a bad mental space. I was dealing with personal baggage – by myself, alongside dealing with the new normal of quarantine.
It was hellish. So to cope, I started working out and doing yoga at home. And right when I was finding it hard to think of creative things to write about, they came along and sorta ended my hiatus from writing. To an extent at least…
I think there was a Lack of motivation on my part
Honestly, I didn’t have the time, and I wasn’t motivated to put words to paper for MY OWN creative reasons. I got used to writing as directed and stopped caring about writing for myself.
I technically didn’t write a poem until October this year. Meaning aside writing wrestling articles I stopped putting my thoughts in poem. I stopped writing them.
I sort of settled into autopilot mode with writing, and poetry seemed out of place for a while. I kind of felt like I had outgrown it and I didn’t feel those urges to wake up and suddenly write anything in verse.
In fact, when I looked back at my creative process I realized I mostly only wrote about my pain in my poems.
That realization made me assume that my inability to write meant I had nothing to feel sad about. Nothing I could really classify as pain was affecting me; I was on autopilot, remember. So it seemed a likely conclusion that my creative muse was dead.
I saw a light ahead of me and felt a sense of satisfaction
That’s how I rationalized it in my head at the time. And then I mentally shrugged, moved on and kept working. I mean, I was busy working out. I was challenging my body and trying routines and yoga poses that seemed difficult at some point in them, and getting a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction when I managed them. I was staying healthy and writing articles, so I put it out of my mind.
Now I feel like Everything has come crashing down again … Sort of …
But for the last couple of months I have been having this mental crises, if I can call it that. I feel a bit lost and empty again. The things that were bringing me joy now make me feel sluggish.
My level of productivity is down a bit, but that isn’t to say I’m being lazy. On the contrary, a day doesn’t go by where I don’t have something I am supposed to be doing. Whether its school work (I’ll graduate soon), writing for @edfwrestling, my internship and my school volunteering, I barely have time for myself to rest and have fun.
But I feel less productive, and I can’t really figure out why. It could be mental and physical fatigue. And I admit that only because 5 minutes into a normal routine I was doing today my body was simply said NO to me.
I managed to finish the routine; a low impact one mind you, but I was uncomfortable throughout. I have been working with these routines; and doing certain stuff in a specific order to make things simple and efficient for me for the last 618 days, then today my body just says NO, and it suddenly feels wrong.
Ok. That’s interesting. So why am I back?
I didn’t come back just because I now have something to write about.
I didn’t feel right that I was away for so long. And I want to do this again. I want to write again.
This was a space for me to improve my writing when I started. And then I wanted to grow this space and earn money here. But life and Covid happened and I got lost in the shuffle.
Today I realized I had lost myself a bit and forgot why I created this account. I wanted to document my experiences that are of benefit to people. In a way that I didn’t get. I wanted advice and answers and didn’t know where to turn back then.
I wrote poems so those who could relate would comment and we’d learn something from each other but I didn’t stick to it.
While my body has suddenly gone on hiatus without me my mind is still active and seeking answers to why I feel this way. And I would love to find people sharing their own experiences so I learn from them. But I can also share mine and we can interact and learn. That’s what this space is for; That’s why WordPress exists.
So… I guess I’m back.
What’s Next?
Meh… A name change FIRST. I want to personalize this space a bit. Then who knows.