Losing your voice is natural. This is normal. For years we take our time to find our voices. We write. We read. We search. We try and find our voice in all manner of places and then, out of the coldness of a dark night, when dreaming and wrestling with the idea of a story, we finally have found it–in that lonesome struggle we’ve found our voice.
I’ve found my voice. And I write and this voice is good, it’s strong and its wholly my own.
But there will be a time when you, as a writer, will lose your voice. Where you can’t find what you do value; your ability at expressing your thoughts, your ideas, it’s lost. You still think (obviously). But that voice you have used, the dry wit, the sardonic banter, the serious tone–it has gone.
Where has it gone?
There’s a cross section, a point that you reach where you’ve changed; where you have grown. Nothing stays the same forever. Your perspective. Your values. Dreams. Goals. Height. Weight. These all change. As you get older so too does your view of the world and you must retire that voice of yours before your strain it to oblivion… It is no longer yours anymore.
So you lost your voice?
You have a new one, but you have to find it first–you have to find the story that would fit best with your new self, that new voice of yours.
It isn’t writer’s block; you have to take the time to find out what best suits you, what story will help unmask the new voice you have created, that time has helped you create. It isn’t writer’s block, it’s finder’s block; so start searching and start writing.