Is it my fear of being caught as a poor artist, or the avoidance of the inner critics that will start their unforgiving live commentary the minute I write the first word?
Is it, or is it just 'not easy' to figure out how to start expressing a concept we have a sense of, but that sense doesn't live in the same part of our brain as our language center, so there is... friction?
That's a good take. I intended to use this as a trope to express different dilemmas. I've expressed the emotions a blank page in my diary sometimes evokes in me; it's not so much a dissection of writer’s block. In my opinion, the gap you mentioned lessens with increased self-awareness and proficiency in language. After all, one can hardly be a writer if they cannot get past it.
Is it, or is it just 'not easy' to figure out how to start expressing a concept we have a sense of, but that sense doesn't live in the same part of our brain as our language center, so there is... friction?
That's a good take. I intended to use this as a trope to express different dilemmas. I've expressed the emotions a blank page in my diary sometimes evokes in me; it's not so much a dissection of writer’s block. In my opinion, the gap you mentioned lessens with increased self-awareness and proficiency in language. After all, one can hardly be a writer if they cannot get past it.