Not being able to write anymore is so strange.

Not being able to write anymore is so strange. Stories still unreel in my head continuously, as always, sentences piling atop one another, everything I hear and see and touch turning into words, but when I put my fingers to the keys I can’t write more than a sentence or two or three before the fog rolls in, and the numbness, and the rumble of electric storms in the background. It’s like having a head full of music and no hands. A bebop of words trapped in my skull. I sit at my desk, surrounded by reference books and notes and ideas, and I stare at them like the ruins of some dead civilization, my own personal civilization, gone forever. The epileptic fog rolls in, the mind slows, and I retreat to the couch in a haze and stare.

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One thought on “Not being able to write anymore is so strange.

  1. not that it’s about me, but this ‘Brick is done writing’ episode is rattling me. Have you looked at voice recognition software? I can’t imagine a waxy buildup of stuck writing in your cranium is doing you any good. You have to keep writing.

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