Brain Farts in Writing

I’ve been working on a ghost novel since December 2009. As I am a ridiculously slow writer, I have only managed to spit out three chapters. The story that lurks inside my mind permeates every cell behind my skull; yet, I cannot seem to allow these words to escape onto the white pages in front of my fountain pen.

Today I wrote an amazing sentence that contained a mere five words. It was all I could manage to muster.

I realized shortly thereafter, that when I am unable to search for the words that I intend to write, sometimes the words eventually find their way to me—even when they arrive with minimal luggage.