I live inside my head now. Words, images and emotions swirl in one gigantic mess in my head and I can’t seem to get them out no matter what I do. My tongue trips and I am rendered inarticulate. I was talking to my sister a while ago, and I can’t seem to get the ideas straight. She looked at me confounded, and trust me, I am as confounded as much as she is. To make matters worse, I am now suffering from a terrible affliction: the dreaded writer’s block.
Okay, if the only thing affected is my writing for this blog. Unfortunately, bigger things are at stake. My work in both the academe and publishing is likewise suffering, and my deadlines are looming over me. I have exactly six days to finish an important research, and currently three magazine articles that I need to get out of the pipeline same day as my research is due. And I have no idea how I’d be able to manage everything in time. If only I could draw things out from my gray matter and into the pages of whatever I need to accomplish...
I sometimes have lucid moments where everything seemed clear, but it doesn’t last long enough for me to put it down on paper. M suggested that I I bring a recorder around so I can simply record my thoughts as soon as I have them, catch them before it evaporates again. I tell people it must be the summer heat, it fries my brain cells to oblivion.
Even as I write this entry, I forget what my point is, or even if I have one. I figured writing this entry could be some sort of exercise, but it’s turning out to be an exercise in futility. (sigh)
Maybe this is a call for help. To anyone who has ideas how to cure this writer’s block, throw them my way. I am desperate.
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