Tuesday, May 09, 2006

Searching for the words.

I read the paper, and have these great thoughts to post, but by the time I sit at the computer they are gone, a few empty words hanging in the corners of my mind all that is left. I drive along, thinking on this subject, or that, and weave whole paragraphs of crafty prose, but when I return to the keyboard all that is left is a memory of the finely crafted tapestry of words, hanging in tatters, whipped by the winds of regret. I cannot find the threads to reweave, and sit in frustration, having things to say, but no direction for my nimble fingers. I resent posting worthless chatter, but sometimes do, just to fill the empty spaces, so they will stop mocking me.
In my younger days I wrote many things, the words flowing like an undamned river, and it worked and was good. But time has stolen my ability to set the images in my mind into words, and craft pictures with paragraphs. And I resent it. I want it back. I shall not go gently into that dark night…..

2 Old Comments:

I've been having the same trouble lately. I don't think it's age so much as circumstances. Sometimes I sit down and the BS just flows right out the ends of my fingers and onto the screen, other times I just sit there drowning in it. I seem to go in phases, one day it's there, the next day it isn't. Looking around the blogospere lately I see that a lot of people are having the same trouble. Maybe it's our brains' way of saying "hey dumbass, have you looked outside? Get yer ass off that chair and go fishing or something." ;)

By Blogger Justin, at 7:04 PM  

Went fishing Saturday. Drove to Craig today. (Good story there, I'll get to soon) And my ass is not dumb. Neither does it have eyes to look outside with. Ha Ha!

By Blogger a-fire-fly, at 7:22 PM