@arbitrarykitten mam...
Life happens. With it, your ability to put words into blank spaces is relegated to the deathbed. It stretches from an off day to an off month. Bouts of illnesses in the family (the non-threatening kind), the long school break for summer, the general atmosphere of laziness all around, and before you can acknowledge the gravity of your non-writing days, the rhythm dies. Your tapping fingers come to a halt at the keyboard. The momentum that had built painstakingly over the years vanishes without a trace or warning.

No, it does not come to a screeching halt, grating your senses awake, like you had hoped. It just happens. Slowly. Almost without notice, without acknowledgment.

Writing is all about practice. When you stop writing for a period, you may find it difficult to hold a coherent thought in your head and commit it to paper (so to speak). You may end up dismissing every idea that pops up as non-sensical, and reject it before it had had the time to take shape. Unless you keep writing, you are not going to get any good at it. But since you are no good at it in the first place, you may find it difficult to let the world in on your private thoughts and witness your incompetence. It’s a vicious cycle to break.

“Writing isn’t about making money, getting famous, getting dates, getting laid, or making friends. In the end, it’s about enriching the lives of those who will read your work, and enriching your own life, as well. It’s about getting up, getting well, and getting over. Getting happy, okay? Getting happy.”

– Stephen King

Thanks for start great disscuss...
Wel done mam...