Experience of excitement you simply can not end by force. It is instead, forcing you to stay in as much as it has essence stored for you to get a good taste of it. Real good one. It feels rather special, vs. empty. It feels, that if you only dare to touch one more key on the keyboard, it will burn your fingers loving your desire! It is like falling in love and rejecting the same at the same time. The potent mixture of not moving, yet actively staring at the blank page, having so much to play with yet no words are good enough. It is the teased death of your, about to jump state. They call it "writers block". Me "A fruitful tension".
