Pedagogical paradox and a daydream believer

I’ve had to turn my back on writing. Flashes inspire, disturb and disrupt. Shapes lethargically appear on the page, unoriginal and strung out like socks on a washing line; disconnected, dark, empty. A real paradox as my mind is full of whizzing thoughts, ideas, moments, experiences but as Roald Dahl’s BFG explains “I’ve been gobblefunking around with words and cannot be squibbling the whole gropflunking dream on a titchy bit of paper.” (www.roalddahl.com/home)