My mind is filled to overflowing with thoughts and ideas, but what I put down on paper, when I come back to it later, seems far too complicated, too intense. I think the problem stems mainly from what I am reading at the moment: the words flow as they should, when other people write them, but the influence exerted is a deadly force.
I’ve just started the second volume (of three) of Marcel Proust’s masterwork, and that is where the problems are arising. Even after all this time, he can exert an influence which brings out words and thoughts that simply are not me.
I know, revision is one of the necessities of a writer’s life and work, but there needs to be something there to revise first. Perhaps I should take a break from reading and let my own mind come back to the fore.
Love & Kisses, Viki.