Ten minutes to write. Less time to read.

I never understood the concept of writer’s block, although I’ve read that it can be very debilitating. I suppose frustration and fretting become steady companions if your next novel is due at the publisher’s or your next play is already optioned by some producer and you are unable to complete the assignment.

My dictionary says writer’s block is usually a temporary condition that prevents the writer from doing his or her work. But what does that mean? Has the writer run out of ideas? Or inspiration? Is it a lack of interest in a previously interesting project? Boredom? Ennui?

I cannot imagine having difficulty putting the words down. Even if they are not memorable, they are always there. Ideas come to me all the time, to the point where I keep a list of things I plan to write about. To prove the point, my file cabinets are filled with manuscripts in various stages of development, and my computer houses an equal amount of material.

Perhaps you might say my condition is the opposite of writer’s block. I call it writer’s deluge.