These last couple of days have been like a wild ride in the jungle. I don’t mind the tiredness, the numbness limbs, the constant craving for sleep and so on, but I do long to write again. You know, facing the computer, getting upset because my hands can’t type as fast as I think. I want my mojo back.
Today I bought the nicest and cheapest pens I ever owned. They are amazing! I thought that with the perfect pen in my hands all I have to do is open the notebook and type it in the computer later. And I did. And the pen was moving, fast, precise, leaving beautiful signs behind, but he wasn’t writing what I wanted him to. He was making plans for me, planning new classes, analyzing old ones, scheduling the week to come, boring stuff like that.
It’s been a week since my magic disappeared, but it feels like months. I even wrote a new short story to see if I lost it all. I can write anything, from short stories to articles, anything but for the things I need to for my project. I used to say that I will never be able to write on command. Now I wish I was wrong. I’m not even asking questions anymore because they are pointless too. It will come back; not when I need it or want it, but when it has to.So let’s wait and meanwhile enjoy the flow I have left. Tick tock, thick tock, tick tock….
