I’m having major writer’s block right now. I have three or four notepad text files full of crap that I was trying to write in the last 24 hours, and none of it makes any sense.
I’m not a brilliant writer, but I know when I’m writing something that’s going to elicit the feelings I’m trying to convey. Any of you who write will probably understand that feeling. I know when I’m tapping into the flow that will make my writing good, and I adore that sensation – that spark of vision that I can fan into a slow burn.
I can’t make it happen right now. My sentences clunk. My words are trite and ring hollow. I had two or three separate stories to tell, and I know someone would enjoy them, but I can’t drag them out of my mind and make them real. Argh. I read what I wrote yesterday and it was like driving on a flat tire. Which you should never do. Don’t ever be that jackass who continues to drive for four miles after a blowout because said jackass thinks that the horrible jarring clunking screeching will correct itself eventually. Because I was already that jackass once.