On Writing and its Hiatus

I am frustrated by my inability to write. I am frustrated that the words do not come out the way I envisioned and instead I have these short bursts, these ideas — this ambient world-building in my head. They live for a few minutes and I am enthralled as in a dream and I think — I can paint this story! Yes, these are the words that fit and this would be the tone — oh imagine — take a screenshot, a photograph of my mind — I want to describe it all!

And I return to keyboard and mouse only to find words that are half-finished, sentences strewn aside, my story has long since vanished and I…