Have you ever experienced the sinking/stabbing pins and needles realization that you have nothing new to say? To contribute (that it would be almost arrogant to assume that you do)? It's kind of like when your foot falls asleep, but maybe it's the soul.
I'm there. I've been listening to a lot of music lately, and it's like .. all of the good songs have already been written. Everything worth saying already said; everything worth writing already written. I'm not sad, just maybe a little lost. If anything, it creates a deeper empty-handed awe. They wanted actresses and models, but I'm a writer.
