After a few hours of staring at the screen, where the blinking line on an empty paper seemed to constantly taunt me, I gave up – at least for today – to get any writing done.
It is truly frustrating to sit on ideas I know is good, to feel the words itch under the skin of my fingers, eagerly awaiting me to let them pour out, and yet, I’m somehow unable to put it all on paper.
As soon as I turn the computer off, or put the pen down, I feel the tide turn and everything just comes rushing back. When I yet again lift the pen or sit down infront of my PC – empty. All gone.
I can see why all good authors – and poets – are such tormented souls. Hell, if this keeps up I’ll most likely end up insane even without having accomplished anything!