We writers are insane. We claim to be in love with the written words. We scrutinize and analyze every single word while agonizing over the exact words to use.
Most times, when we are about to write, we lose our ideas and tend to fall all over ourselves when we're hit by what every writer fears - the writer’s block.
Most times, when we are about to write, we lose our ideas and tend to fall all over ourselves when we're hit by what every writer fears - the writer’s block.
The odd thing is though when we are doing something not related to writing like while we're vacuuming the floor while cooking, even while eating our ideas are all of a sudden on a roll.
One idea after another bombards our mind, unbridled, giving itself free rein clamouring for attention.
As if on a rampage and unstoppable, they deluge our minds with fleeting inspiration.
They persistently invade our minds demanding that we give them immediate attention and will not stop until we write them down.
But the moment we manage to find time to put our ideas on paper, or on the digital screen, the ideas somehow escape us.
That is when we hastily rush to capture those ideas and scramble to get them all down in writing as much as we can.
Yet after we're done and about to push the publish button, we snatch it away even before anyone else has the chance to read them.
At the back of our minds, we have the feeling that we are still not good enough.
We tell ourselves, maybe one day we will share our work - when our writing has become impeccable or when our writing has become perfect.
Yet we can’t help but wonder if that perfection is ever going to turn into reality. Finally, after we have withdrawn ourselves one time too many, we share them anyway.
17072016
10.26 pm
