Writer's Block

I don't consider myself a "writer" while I do enjoy the past time. I think one of the things I look for in a "good" writer, is for him to say something that I have wanted to say but haven't found the words for. Sometimes it's simple phrases like describing the snow as if "the inner dome of heaven had fallen" or love "I shall do one thing in this life, one thing certain. And that is love you and long for you and keep wanting you until I die." But let's leap into this century...

Reading is of course my all time favourite hobby and it allows me a short escape into my very own private time every night before bed. Recently I started reading a book called "Waiting" which was supposed to be the inside scoop on the restaurant business. I found most of the book a letdown as it wasn't the gossip and scandal about waiter's spitting in food and the like that I was hoping for. However, the writer talks about the point she realized that she wanted to quite waitressing and devote all of time to writing. But this was at the exact same time as the birth of her first son and she found herself struggling at her 2 loves pulling her apart. She says,

"From the first moments of his existence, I knew that my son was not a project to be worked on sporadically or when I felt inspired. He could not be gone back to later, and I couldn't edit my mistakes. I could never rewrite my part in his life. He was, therefore, my work. Everything else would have to wait."