When Words Elude...

I cannot count the amount of times recently that I'll sit down to write and end up staring at a blank page or hours because I can never think of the words to say what I feel. What is even worse are the times I write something, and then promptly erase it because it does not serve my purpose well enough. I go back to staring at the empty page and wishing the words would come out of me and sprawl themselves on the page, but we all know writing rarely ever happens like that. Writing rarely ever comes easy...

I slave over this keyboard every night, hoping to make one good thing come of my efforts before I put the creative mind to rest. Most nights I give in to sleep and admit defeat at the hands of my own speechlessness. Some nights I manage to forcefully pull the words out of my brain and onto the page, creating something adequate to edit the next day. But rarely does it ever come easy to me to have a stroke of genius and write a beautiful piece of work before I fall asleep each night.

I've had so many moments recently where I come up with some idea for a new story, but by the time I sit down and have the time to write it the words have run away and I have nothing left but the same old blank page to stare at.

Sadly even now I have run out of words for the night...