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Amateur blogger (yes, there are professionals) who started with a travel blog that quickly degenerated into blabbering. Along with a life goal of surfing with Eddie Vedder, attending BlogHer is now on my list.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Gotta have that funk

Write what you feel. How did you experience it? Give us your gritty, your subjective, your bias, and it will be believable. Believable, eh? I'm just looking for something time-passable. Ages have come and gone since I've even dreamed of posting. In high school I thought I knew what writer's block was, but I can't honestly say I ever wrote in high school. Ever felt like Plato was sitting in the back of your throat, but he's clasping his hands over his mouth, insistently shaking his head in resistance? What a jerk.

I have things to say, meaningful and powerful things. The words just won't come. Even when I speak, in class, at work, in more intimate moments, I struggle with my words and they stick and I can feel the concept, I form them with my hands and press them forward but no sound comes out. I cannot, with all the might I summon, describe or speak what I mean.

Selective muteness. I've given myself a complex. And a name. Who needs a degree to assess themselves? I am my own psychiatrist and I am prescribing myself a good night's rest.

 

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