There’s so much building up in my head, so much I want to write, but I can’t. Not right now.
Telepathy. That’s the ticket.
The ideas’ll have had a good long time to stew in the heady brew of imagination by the time you get to set it all down. Reckon you’ll have one of those breathless, manic writing sessions when you do set ‘pen to paper’ as it were. They’re the best kind. No-one likes to wait, but it’ll seem all the sweeter when it finally arrives.
In other words: patience, young jedi. Or something. It must be fucking frustrating though.
Your buddy Chuck P, author , was asked what he does to get inspired to write.
His metaphor was quite fitting if not a little crude; he said “do you ever go to the bathroom to take a dump when you don’t have to? No, You don’t. So I don’t write until I’ve consumed mass quantities of thoughts, then it all comes out when it’s ready”
I keep thinking that maybe we could exist on some telepathic plane, but we can’t. Can we?
Nobody sees it but me )
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