Writer’s Block

Ease of the Doing

Ease of the Doing

But it isn't that there is something wrong with your hands. Its that there’s something wrong with you.

As has been stated

There be no space between

Doing and Done.

To become and to do. To arrive and to be

A constant forward ticking motion is it not? The ever-flowing current of time only ever transgressed and surpassed through the doing for in doing we are.

They say it as if simple thing. As if writing is that easy thing. That thing that is easiest to perform. To gather the emotion, the scene, from all senses. To package it into these pages. To turn the depth of your wide experience and distill and diminish and reduce it to characters upon a page. Letters, and words and sentences to create this agony. This horrid, beautiful life, to rake it and freeze it in time before your very eyes to experience again and again and again with each soul filled word.

Oh, how easy it be to simply do such a thing.

Flowery truth to none but the infantile decimal we call self. We call I. Thing we …