19 July 2012
For the first time in a long time, the juices have begun to flow.
Flowing freely in a way they haven't done for a while.
I've missed it. I've missed the feelings that I get from it, the way it feels when they flow and how when it does, it takes every thought, feeling and emotion with it . . .
It really has been a long time. It feels even longer. I've battled with the lack of it all. I've sat here, tried to get the juices flowing once more but it is like being in a drought.
Nothing. No-one. Has been able to make them flow.
But thankfully . . they are beginning to flow again . .
How thankful I am to see my creative juices. How relieved I am as I start to write. As the words start flowing freely, without thought, without force, it is a relief.
If only when they are overflowing I could bottle them up and keep them for the times that I hit that block, that barrier. It is frustrating when I want to write but it just doesn't happen. I hate it even more so when it happens when I am beginning to write something that I really want to write.
I wonder if I will ever get back to being able to write. To being able to finish it. If I could bottle up those creative juices, I could take the top off and let them flow when the barriers block my way.
I hate it when a complete stop is placed on those creative juices, when they stop flowing. Something, or someone blocks those thoughts, and there they remain on hold, until something, or someone, opens the floodgates once more.
I want to write. I need to write. I love words and the images they create. The feelings they bring, the emotions they can express.
I need a lot of things right now as I am beginning to discover, it is like the floodgates to a whole host of things have been opened. The beast prowls. The flame is burning.