On Writer’s Block

I write when it gets too difficult to feel. I’ll stare at the screen or the page, and feel paralyzed. Stuck. Confounded. I used to call this writer’s block, but that implies that there are no words here. Instead, my mind is like a tornado of words. Metaphors, paradoxes, and allusions are whipping through a storm of synonyms and syntax. Poetic devices battling each other to get out of the prison they reside in. I can’t even describe this reality without a loose metaphor (or two) falling through the hairline fractures of my skull. Just as I try to catch the words, they slip through the space between each of my fingers.

So when I tell you that I have writer’s block, please understand that I am lying to you. Forgive me, but I don’t know how willing you are to weather the storm with me.