While conducting xylotomy, I came to understand what happened when I just couldn’t think of anything to write and the ink never blotted and my paper was like a barren land.
Thank God for the xyst that sprouted out of my mind’s xerosere during times of writer’s block. The seeds turned to sprouts of written words on paper. Suddenly I feel as sweet as xylose.
It turned the gray feeling to xanthous. Ironically, it not only colored me yellow but other spring colors, externally too. Now I am storming so much that the words float like a xebec on the high tides of sea.
I am feeling a little bit extra royal today as the sun is inspiring me to shine my xanthous, extra bright. Now I am writing and it seems as if I am almost at the summer of my conception and it feels good.
From A to Z and I am at X. Who would have thought that I could inspire myself to do it? And I did.
You might understand how it feels, if you have ever been in my position where all of a sudden, as a writer, extracting writing doesn’t seem to happen because you are blocked. You aren't able to storm a single sentence and the motivation doesn't even seem to be there. But who is a writer that does not write? I have a garden of ideas blooming in my mind and here we are almost at the end of my own prompting challenge journey.
Yet, I never examined my scribing truth so closely until today because I am not a xylotomist. I'm just a writer and I'm extra happy about it!