Fear and Beyond
I haven't written in a while, not because I have nothing to say, I have lots to say. Tons of thoughts that are milling around in my head waiting for an audience to share them with. No I haven't written more because I have nothing to write. Or rather the words and thoughts that are waiting to be shared so elequontly vanish when they reach the paper leaving me staring at the vast amount of empty and white space that I have to fill. There are times when I feel I can write novels - literally write great novels that have high literacy great emotional content in hours. When hand, ink and paper flow beautifully together with perfect beauty, balance and harmony. Everything works together in cohesion, congruency and consistency. Tinkers to Evers to Chance. Triple play. Then there are those times when the the white space seems unconquerable, endless and choppy. Those times when nothing flows, nothing goes and I feel uncoordinated, off balance...