sometimes i feel both smart and dumb

there's nothing i'd like better than to translate my brain into actual fact.

current point: "sanpit", my current novel-in-progress. considering dream
imagery, color therapy, etc... I AM SPOT-ON. i don't even know how it
happened, but it's all RIGHT AND ON.

however, when trying to either finish the novel, or write the condensed epic
poem (4 pages).... I. CANNOT. WRITE. IT.

it's all planned out and i know what i want to do, just not how to say it.
Queen Mab indeed. wish fulfillment and the plague. why can't my brain
just.... work with me.