Owned, controlled by the words
What was I thinking when I wrote that note? Specific word or general? Or my definition of a writer? The overused word trap?
I don’t know. Words are a jumbled mess in my head. I have snatches of phrases and scenes I want to bring to the paper…screen, but nothing’s making sense. There’s no order to them. Puzzle pieces waiting for their place in the story – more than one story?
It’s like my dreams when I’m trying to phone someone – all the numbers are there I simply can’t put them into any working order.
Very much trapped trying to unlock the escape. The building frustration that I have the idea, the whole path is clear except the words won’t unscramble.
Tell me I’m not alone.