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I feel as though I’m on the edge of writing something… but it won’t come. I see words and phrases in my head but they’re gone before I can write them down. They only come at night, they haunt me when I’m falling asleep, and when I reach for my paper and pen they’re gone again. It’s like a song you know, but just can’t remember how it goes… it’s there, but it’s outside of my reach.

8 Comments

  • corachaos

    February 21, 2001 at 6:43 pm

    I know that feeling. I have it all the time now. I just can’t make anything come out. Maybe because spring is just over the horizon. I don’t know. Or I’m walking at school and I get something and by the time I have got where I am going….It’s just gone…..

  • corachaos

    February 21, 2001 at 6:43 pm

    I know that feeling. I have it all the time now. I just can’t make anything come out. Maybe because spring is just over the horizon. I don’t know. Or I’m walking at school and I get something and by the time I have got where I am going….It’s just gone…..

  • triggerhappy

    February 21, 2001 at 7:04 pm

    What about a tape recorder or something? Maybe it would be easier to say it as it comes rather than write it.

    ::shrug::

    • Jenny Lee Silver

      February 21, 2001 at 7:10 pm

      Not exactly… (plus, I hate the sound of my own voice.) It’s like as soon as I concentrate on it, it disappears…

    • Jenny Lee Silver

      February 21, 2001 at 7:10 pm

      Not exactly… (plus, I hate the sound of my own voice.) It’s like as soon as I concentrate on it, it disappears…

  • triggerhappy

    February 21, 2001 at 7:04 pm

    What about a tape recorder or something? Maybe it would be easier to say it as it comes rather than write it.

    ::shrug::

  • mtbandit

    February 22, 2001 at 7:00 am

    I had a roommate who was a programmer. He would wander around for a few days with a strange, abstracted look in his eyes. Suddenly, he would disappear into his room for a while, eventually emerging to say “I finally figured out what the program was that wanted to be written.”

    You’re going through the same. There’s something that wants to be written. It just hasn’t explained itself to you yet. Patience, keep wandering around with that odd, abstracted look in your eyes, and eventually the story will tell you its ready.

  • mtbandit

    February 22, 2001 at 7:00 am

    I had a roommate who was a programmer. He would wander around for a few days with a strange, abstracted look in his eyes. Suddenly, he would disappear into his room for a while, eventually emerging to say “I finally figured out what the program was that wanted to be written.”

    You’re going through the same. There’s something that wants to be written. It just hasn’t explained itself to you yet. Patience, keep wandering around with that odd, abstracted look in your eyes, and eventually the story will tell you its ready.