Trying to write. Trying to find the right… things.
Shit. Writing is hard.
Each page is an agony. Each paragraph is a personal pain.
With each strained sentence I commit… seppuku.
Seppuku… that’s a good word.
A great word!
I’m good at this.
Hunting for that perfect word is an act of seppuku. A knife to the… gut.
GUT? GUT! F… I can’t even… gut.
Gut is such a freaking weak word. God I suck!
A blade through the belly?
A samurai sword across the stomach?
This is lame. Metaphors suck and words are hard.
Wait… is that a metaphor or a simile?
Searching, seeking, probing through my …innards? Looking for that perfect, golden… word.
Intestines? Offal? Organs?
The text taunts me with its timidness, and with one last pull I reach inside and…
s t r e t c h
…out my vocabulary like glistening blue and red… viscera.
Viscera is a great word.
Damn. Im good at this.
Just a little post today, my only prompt being my the discovery of a cool new word – loganamnosis; meaning ‘mania for trying to recall forgotten words’.
Thanks for reading!