On Writing and Food Cravings

What happens when you realize you could not seem to literally save your thoughts into paper? You take a break, nap, clean your house like a maniac, or probably get some pleasurable fix in bed. Then the bulb lights up, you hurry into the waiting blank screen so ready to write. Wait, you have to look over several definitions of “dish” or “wax”…then an hour passes and you lose it again. 

You know there is something that you want to write about but a little sip from a vocabulary of slang, you decided to go political. 

So much like food cravings that makes you want to eat chocolates after a mean double cheese burger meal. You are stuffed but you cannot clearly define the taste that you are looking for. 

So here’s what you do in order to write that piece worthy of the Nobel. You eat. First you try pastries – sweet, simple, and sugar rush inducing. Indeed, you get the rush, ideas and all. Then your piece’s intensity decreases along with the diminishing piece of strawberry cheesecake on your plate. You stop writing and change your mind, again. You stop eating as well and desire to “balance” that sweet taste in your mouth with something…salty, perhaps? or meaty? more substantial and healthy? You go for Pringles- crispy, thin, and fun. No it’s not it, you decide. So you rummage the fridge and discover ready-to-stir-fry chinese food. With your hands full of chinese in a box, you stare at your screen and surf, and voila! A message in Facebook reminds you of an article to submit. You haven’t written anything in two hours of surfing the net and eating chinese food. Then your tummy churns and grinds, your tongue salivate, seemingly asking you for more food. Ahh…cravings! Or Are they? 

Hunger should be filled with one simple meal. Any given topic could all be that simple. You complicate things because that is what you do- and perhaps what you are becoming. Manipulate words, play with words, grope for words only to twist them afterwards- all these you do and become, as they turn physical. You crave and get lost.

At the end of the day, you are not satisfied. A good cup of latte would have been enough. Or a simple meal. But you haven’t written anything. However, there is always tomorrow. When breakfast awaits, you will say grace and eat heartily. Then you will go to your waiting screen, you embrace grace, and just write. Perhaps, this time, you will get something right, regardless the taste. Then, you are done.