Those shimmering moments of my memory and imagination became a mass of gibberish on the page. Images, which bring on an emotion or feeling, need words to transform them into stories. I had to wake from my fantastic dreams and will my subconscious to recall nightmares. I needed my inherited craziness to continue, so the drudgery could become the dream. The dream of writing is easy.
Writing is a cycle of frustration and excitement.
Besides knowing what you really feel, finding the right words to express those feelings to a reader is still only part of the struggle. For it to work, the words must be built into human structures of sentences and paragraphs held together by punctuation. A hint of dishonesty, even in punctuation, ruins a whole piece. After a second stroke, my mother forgot my name. That is, she knew it but couldn't find the word for it.