'Its got to be here. Its got to be here somewhere.. I remember placing it just there the day before yesterday. Why can I not remember the place? Was it here or was it in the cupboard?'
This is a similar situation that I go through every-time I have the so-called writer's block or can't remember the proper word that I want to use. Its as if the thing that you want to to use is just at the tip of your tongue, almost ready to drip and then whoosh!! Gone!! Its pretty frustrating when it keeps on happening. Like a fuse. You know, when that thin wire breaks down cutting off the connection in case there a surge of electricity, to prevent a possible damage. Only in my case I sometimes wonder why's there the need for this since isn't a surge of words or ideas a good thing? I wish there was an explanation for this. I wish the flow of words was as smooth as for some people who don't have to think twice before they can get their thought on the sheet and beautifully. That kind of thing rarely happens to me. I'd rather like to imagine my version of 'word flow' as an abrupt vomit of words, crudely placed with no soft edges, the effect almost like the sound of nails scraping on a chalkboard. Unpleasant, isn't it? Definitely frustrating.
For now I can only keep ranting. I wonder if i can come up with something decent anymore. Sigh!!
This is a similar situation that I go through every-time I have the so-called writer's block or can't remember the proper word that I want to use. Its as if the thing that you want to to use is just at the tip of your tongue, almost ready to drip and then whoosh!! Gone!! Its pretty frustrating when it keeps on happening. Like a fuse. You know, when that thin wire breaks down cutting off the connection in case there a surge of electricity, to prevent a possible damage. Only in my case I sometimes wonder why's there the need for this since isn't a surge of words or ideas a good thing? I wish there was an explanation for this. I wish the flow of words was as smooth as for some people who don't have to think twice before they can get their thought on the sheet and beautifully. That kind of thing rarely happens to me. I'd rather like to imagine my version of 'word flow' as an abrupt vomit of words, crudely placed with no soft edges, the effect almost like the sound of nails scraping on a chalkboard. Unpleasant, isn't it? Definitely frustrating.
For now I can only keep ranting. I wonder if i can come up with something decent anymore. Sigh!!
