To feel like writing and then write with no stopping no thought except the one that you were writing as you stare
blankly and the keys, what a wonderful feeling, what a beautiful thing to be able to do. To never have to concentrate on
something else, to never have to see the world in all its horror, to never have to see that haunting beauty in which
nothing was.... nothing. To just feel the keys yield under the pressure of your fingers and see the letters race across
the screen creating the world in which you live, breathe and die. To enthral your mind until it only believes that world
of words, until there is nothing else, until the mind itself ceases to exist; only the stories that pour out. Wouldn’t
it be wonderful, to always have a happy ending? To always know that the right person would always live, to not have to
worry because, it’s just a story, of course everything will have a happily ever after. The bad guy will loose, the
good guy will win, and all will be right in the world. That would be the terrifyingly perfect world a mind could get
lost in. That would be the world in which a mind could disappear and never be seen again.
Writers block is one of the most annoying things in the world, it’s like having numbing cream put onto your brain only
worse. It can keep you up all night and exhaust you in ways you never though possible. And then there’s the times when
you just can’t stop writing because everything just wants to come out yet everything is coming so fast everything gets
jumbled and doesn’t make sense even to the person who’s writing it. Finally there’s that time when pure
inspiration hits and everything has balance and is perfect, the words come out seamlessly and your mind can be at ease.
But that state of mind is hard to achieve, and impossible to keep.