The scent of ink on paper and that blank page staring back—it’s as accurate as the sweat beading on my forehead.

When I first picked up a pen eight years ago, I didn’t expect it to be this hard. And definitely not this… intense.

It all started in high school, where my “office” was the back row of the classroom.

I’d lean over my notebook, feeling the roughness of cheap paper as I scribbled down motivational quotes and penned love letters on behalf of classmates.

There I was, the unofficial “Cupid Consultant,” inhaling that familiar smell of ballpoint ink and chalk dust. Sounds funny, right?

In college, things got tougher. I swore I’d stop wasting my time on Netflix.

But I’d be, feet propped up, headphones blaring, eyes glazed over as I binged through every show.

After every lecture, I downloaded another series, feeling the warmth from the screen light and getting lost in yet another fictional world.

Last November, I decided to give writing a severe go again—my “grand return.”

I sat down, ready to take the world by storm. I joined a well-known Kenyan platform, hoping this would be my big break.

But as I stared at my first paycheck, barely enough to buy a soda, the cold, hard truth hit me. My “big break” was more like a faint crack.

I quit again, feeling burnt out, questioning every word I’d ever written.

But by May, that itch was back, and I picked up my pen again, my fingers finding that familiar rhythm on the keyboard.

Only this time, I knew what it really takes.

Writing demands patience, consistency, and a little grit.

It’s not for the lazy—for those who’ll wrestle with the blank page every day and let their fingers ache, and their eyes strain to get the words right.

So, are you ready to take on the challenge?

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Tell me—have you felt that writer’s itch, too? Or is Netflix still winning the fight?