Autobiography of the writer as a writer

1st Person
I used to be able to sit down and write for hours. I wonder what happened over the past years that has removed my ability to write so passionately. Or maybe it is not a loss of ability at all, perhaps it is purely opportunity. There is also the matter of having a subject. But that can't be it either, I have plenty of things occurring around me everyday. I know, it is the lack of teenage hormones coursing through my body. Before, every little event was life-changing. I could cry at the drop of a hat (and did), and love was a new astonishing concept that enveloped my every thought. Now, I have to wait a few years in between life-changing events, it takes a lot to get me to cry, and love is a constant. Although this love is ever-changing, I am not slipping in and out of it like when I was young. I'm in it for life. So there it is, I have uncovered the mystery. A little bit of my surroundings, a smidge of priority, and a TON of hormones.

2nd Person
Where has your passion gone? You used to sit and write three pages about what you had for lunch. Writing came naturally and you used it as an expression for every emotion. Now look at you. You can't even write a paragraph about anything unless it's prompted. What has happened to you over the years that has you stripped of creativity? Your life is beautiful and fulfilling, can't you write about that? Do you even have the time to sit down for five minutes? You are the same person, just missing a piece. It must be your age. Yes, you have matured your way out of leisure writing.

3rd Person

She seemed like a typical high school girl. Part of the social scene, dating, good grades. However, she possessed a skill like no other girl her age. She could write. She could write about anything, love, hate, her fantasies, or even just about walking her dog. And it was all beautiful. Her talent came from deep within herself. A sort of chemical balance that made all of her colors more vivid than ever before. But over the years, she lost that harmony and grew older, more mature. She became a wife and a mother. She had a wonderful life, but lost the ability to translate thoughts into words as she once could. The frenzy of emotions had passed and she was left without her talent. Though she missed it, she was not saddened by this fact. She embraced her new self and simply imagined what it would be like to have that mindset once again.