I can’t decide which is worse:
Being unable to put the words together to put pen to paper
Being able to put some words to paper but knowing it isn’t the right time for those words so having to immediately send those words to purgatory
Being able to put words to paper but being so dissatisfied that they are immediately hated and deleted only to repeat the process over again
What I can say with absolute certainty is that once my door is closed and I’m shut in to write, no one but me knows whether I’m writing or a non-writing writer courting madness.
In that sense, I’m definitely Schrödinger’s cat.