Tuesday, 20 November 2018

The Writers Block And That Sea Of White

When you start writing a blog post you do so to eradicate the blank page that stares before you in so many different ways and the words they either come easily or taking a little more coxing out. And the whiteness like a blanket of snow slowly gets covered as you type or write away or scribe I like the word scribe it is so intelligent and full of history.And with words you can damn well do what you like and I am not short of words though of late my mind has been stuck on the traffic light of society and it just remembering to pause push that button and cross the road. As I write I see the white just peeking out in between the spaces ; the words they are cradled by the white. I am trying not to be intimated by the the sea of white for it only a wonder not yet told and though it is as I have said a sea of white it is also a sea of opportunity.

And as you have written the first paragraph then simply you must soldier on and write more sentences because without your sheer resilientance the rest of your words won't have any support you must support the precious words that you lay down upon the page. These words that you write you might not think that that make sense you might think that you are furtling around in the dark with no chance of a lighthouse beam to guide your ship of words to safety, keep on going and be sure of yourself.

I am writing because I want to not because I have to , you can't force the words you just have to let him come to you and being Autistic my words can get a bit back to front to at times and what I think I am saying or writing isn't want is on the page or I have actually spoken. I need that little bit of extra processing time like a super computer on a tea break and then when bam I am there fast as lightning.

As I write how I feel gets a little easier and the Autism/Aspergers is pushed aside not defining me but just part of my everyday life, when you have yourself explained it takes a while to feel your feet again ( and speaking of feet I haven't put my socks on yet and it is rather chilly out there and I have a cold ) .

There above us is magnificence in those words there is silent bravery there is heart there is soul there is me.

Tea any one ?

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