Or maybe I just lost my words, I'm not sure. However, the fact is that I don't want to write anymore.
I didn't want to write yesterday either. I didn't know what to write about, so I just sat down, clicked on the title field, and wrote the first thing that came to mind. It turned out to be parrots. I have no idea where that came from. The story almost wrote itself, but I don't think it's really any good. Nevermind that, the idea is to write, not to write good stuff.
I don't think I can do this again today. Maybe it's because of my staying up late last night. I couldn't sleep at all. I read some of the Firefly comics, I listened to a story, and still I couldn't close my eyes. My wife and cat slept happily next to me, and that made me happy, but not asleep.
I started reading the journal of Beatrix Potter. It's a fascinating book. She kept a journal from ages 15 to 30, written entirely in a cypher-text of her own design. I feel that I travelled in time, to turn-of-the-century London, in this whole different world from over 100 years ago. It's astonishing that we are able to do this, to write books that speak through time. What a wonderfully smart and beautiful person she was! I am amazed at her fluency and at her writing, and at the feats of memory that she displays. One of the first entries is a long and highly detailed description of a silver smithy. I can't find the words to describe it, and even if I did, I'm afraid it would fall short of the actual writing. I don't think that this esoteric piece of writing is for everyone, but I found it fascinating.
Ah, there's another 300 words. We'll see if I can keep this up tomorrow. I'll try to sleep better, to eat better (I'm supposed to be on a diet plan now) and perhaps I'll find it in me to continue writing the story with the Riders.