I have this amazing story inside my head. The title alone says a lot, but for some strange reason, when I sit down to type or write, I produce nothing, because it’s all scrambled. The words are in a maze with a blocked exit and an extremely high wall.
I don’t have writers block, I’m just a blocked writer. Maya Angelou said it best, “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” She may have been speaking on another level, but not much of a difference.
I’ve written screenplays before, (two at the same time) and the words flowed like Niagara Falls in the summer. Three Screenplays, two outlines (again, at the same time), three shorts, numerous log-lines of stories I have yet to start.
I told myself, move on to the next screenplay, but the truth is, the story I’m trying to convey is not the issue, it’s M.E. My mind is restless when I’m awake, when I’mContinue Reading →