This a question I ask myself very often these days. Why are you doing this to yourself?
Suffering by wordlessness, trying to create the feeling youself just feel when you read YOUR language. Nothing inspires me really lately. No new scene in my head transporting my heartbeat away. No new words formed by my mouth which are released to the world and grammar always's slapping into my face.
So how does it come that I still carry on? That I won't give up? I'm not quite sure myself. Perhaps is the spirit of writing and the sound of language in my ear too strong. Perhaps for the first time in my life I don't want to go the easy path. Or perhaps I just want to reach as many people as possible. True I make mistakes, true no one actually understands me right, but the work should be able to carry the idea. The idea is what is important. The whole big picture.
But still I think I can't even show the whole big picture.

Sorry guys, I'm bothered with that shitty idea of mine. It should be pretty dialogful but ... look overhead.