I want to write more, I really, really do.
I have these bright, burning thoughts that churn and swoop, and I can even watch the movies in my head in crystal-clear, high definition. But after writing them down and reading them, they’re dim, redshifted stars obscured by dust.
George Carlin observed in his famous Seven Words You Can Never Say on Television routine, “…we have thoughts, but thoughts are fluid, then we assign a word to a thought and we’re stuck with that word for that thought…”
I hate being stuck, so I don’t write, which means it’s impossible to get stuck.
So I’m totally stuck in both directions.
Patience. Deep breaths. And more patience. It will come.