“I am irritated by my own writing. I am like a violinist whose ear is true, but whose fingers refuse to reproduce precisely the sound he hears within.”
― Gustave Flaubert
I must admit, this happens to me so much of the time and it makes me a little more insane than I already am, since you know I’m already crazy. I’m a writer. I have to be leaning more on the side of insanity, don’t I? I know what I feel and I can see the scene so clearly but once I sit down to the screen and try to bleed these emotions and images onto the empty white space, words become elusive. Oh, sure, I can chop some of them up and spit them out but it doesn’t even come close to my inner vision. Words don’t match the thoughts and feelings. Try as I may, I still miss the mark in capturing the essence of what flies through my imagination. At times, I get it out exactly as I see it but more times than not, I am finding myself in my imagination while I’m lost when it comes to tapping the mind for the right words in the right sequence. I become extremely annoyed with myself in these instances.
What about you? Do you have this issue?