Writer's Block

You know that feeling when you want to write so badly, because it's such an important part of you, but you can't. There are too many thoughts in your mind, and yet your head feels so empty. At that moment we suffer from this delusional disease the world has started calling 'Writer's Block'.

What is this infamous problem that at some point in any creative's life has dominated the mind. Another stereotypical disease that must be the cause for the inability to get a hold on brain function. I somehow think that we don't suffer from a block at all.

In my mind, there are a thousand thoughts racing around hoping that they will be the primary for even a millionth of a millisecond. I am not a genius, constantly planning and craving knowledge of the functionality of things. Neither am I a blind person, completely closed to the world that exists around me. So when I can see and think enough to satisfy the thirst of writing in my being, how can I at any point be suffering from a 'block'?

I'll admit the fascination of creating a blog has in my head triggered of the need to write. The only thing is that despite the fact that to someone reading this, it might seem like a whole bunch of utter rubbish, it is basically my head spilling its mind out. Truth be told, I've already written three half baked posts and deleted them. And each time my train of thoughts gets disrupted, by phone calls from friends who can't come up with display names for YouTube accounts, by my grandmother who lives downstairs and by simply another thought in my head.

So my inability to keep up with my own thoughts and pen them down before they vanish, leading to the blank page without words is what I am faced with. Am I suffering? Writer's block? Or too many thoughts? We can't keep track with our own thoughts and the world claims their blocked.

I'm restless, I'm on a high, I'm lost. And by feeling all these things, I'm simply letting the words flow out of my head through my fingers as they clit-clat the keyboard. I am a writer, but I never suffer from a block, I simply suffer from the inability to grasp my own mind. Does that make me a fool? Or am I now defying another worldy thing that an average teen is supposed to? Or did I just make no sense? That is an opinion I'll leave to you. But in my world, from now on forth, block cease to exist!