Words, words, word...

[fajrdrako]

I wish I understood creativity.

I go for days without writing anything. Sometimes in an evening I'll sit down at my computer and stare at my works in progress, and even though I know what I'm writing and what I want to do with it, the words don't come. However much I stare at the monitor, however much I concentrate or bleed or wait patiently or nurture ideas, the words don't come.

Then other days. Today, for example. It's totally, totally inconvenient, but I have two new stories suddenly blossoming in my head. If I could drop several thousand words into existence without typing, there they would be - intact already in my head. I could start writing the stories at any point. I know exactly what they are, beginning to end. And (flush with that newly-formed enthusiasm for a story in its initial stages) these stories are not just intact, they are good.

And I have no time to write. I'm at work, dammit, and I have a lot of work, and things to catch up on, and no time to even think about these unwritten (but complete) stories.

Fate is unkind.

What I fear is that by the time I can sit down to write them down.... They'll be gone. Pfft. As if they never existed. When they are, at the moment, so real and immediate, from concept to punctuation.