On the highway, I find myself stuck in the midst of an imaginary intellectual storm. Passion becomes very sensitive at this stage. I feel a desire to "embrace the whole of mankind", as Dostoevsky describes it. I do not know what enhances this feeling in me, the temporary unity that accompanies me or the stone buildings The deafness that hangs in me as I pass through, or that silent silence that whispers in my ears in the faintest tones of "Come on," or the Italian genius Ludovic, who fuels these life-rich feelings in myself? What I can say is that in this particular case I hit With an unprecedented amount of intellectual thought, and my mind begins to form attachments and questions Absurd absurdity .. Who will be the first president of Mars? Will the smoke from my vehicle cause the collapse of an Antarctic iceberg? And many more.
And sometimes I have moments of "Eureka!" Mini when landing on the idea of a project or logical answer to the philosophical question was spent my stomach for months or sometimes for years! I do not know when I will need to use it immediately, so I am sometimes overwhelmed with enthusiasm to write down these ideas in a long article or chant, but I have to look for a destination that I can Write it in a quiet and quiet, even if you find the right place Astel «laptop» from the bag like the sword of her sheath, at a lightning speed so as not to extinguish the flame of enthusiasm, so as not to disperse my thoughts arranged in one of the shelves neatly in my imagination.
Sit on the chair and raise the screen and then open a new page in the program Word, and then ask «we will pass Espresso» If you sit in one of the cafeterias hidden from the eyes of the public .. Now is the moment I was waiting for it is time to innovate, come Ahmed Open the safety valve, The trapped thoughts flow in a wave of letters to decorate this dead white page with twisted black patterns that are perfectly consistent, called words, to lead life and send forth a new impulse .. I put my fingers on the keyboard after this motivational speech I gave myself to write, but ... nothing .. disappeared everything, no ideas or words to translate what I feel, I went to the void, my brain was broken, what happened? All these thoughts that were visiting me and I was on the way where I disappeared! All of this is because of that annoying, annoying music, the one that gets stuck in the place, I'll go home and write, there will not be anyone bothering me.
After half an hour I go to the house, sit down or lie down on the sofa and open the laptop, and you can expect what happened after it. Yes, I could not write there, and the thoughts flew into oblivion. I said I could not write and think because of this comfortable couch, because of this capital luxury that I enjoyed.
I went looking in the internet and asked some friends who were very angry with me for stories similar to my situation. I knew that this is called a "writer's jump." When the author can not do any new work, many writers have suffered at some point in their lives James Joyce, the author of the great novel Ulysses, had little days to pass in. Only seven words were written per day! And Dostoyevsky, who was asked by one of the greedy publishers to write one novel in two years or else take away the rights of all his previous works! But for some reason he could not write a single word until only one month left on the date of delivery of the novel, and in this period was able to write in record time, where it was the story of the famous gambler .. These nice stories were written on my shoulder to ease my grief but I still not now I know why I do not write?
I went looking in the Internet, and I asked some friends to be angry with myself, about stories similar to my situation, so I knew that this situation is called «writer's jump».
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