joie de l'écriture

Lately I have been having this incessant desire to pen a decent piece of writing. In fact the desire has turned more into desperation and that is what is so unsettling about the writers’ block. It is such as awful feeling to wanting to write but not being able to because one you don’t have a topic to write on and two because you have lost your ability to wield the pen which was once your magic wand of words. I feel like an amateur swimmer who fervently beats his limbs, splashes a lot of water, get exhausted and at the end of it realizes he hasn’t moved his torso even an inch ahead. When I look back at the posts here, I am amused by the simplicity of the topics. At the same time I am exasperated having to look up the meaning of most words. They say the easiest way to break the block is to write. Now that’s quite an irony in my opinion. And what’s even more ironical is that as I write about it, it strikes again. This piece, like most of the other recent ones, is going to have an abrupt end. It’s going to leave me with a feeling of having walked out of a movie theater in the interval…THE END