Where the rubber hits the road

I was driving the coffee house thinking about what I was going to write. It sounded so poetic in my head. It was perfect at I was driving to get here. All of those little bits of language were going to fit together like the mosaics I has seen in Rhodes.

When I got here the words went together like gold macaroni glued to construction paper. Everything I actually write seems basic and plain. I am not sure where my voice of an hour ago went. I just know I do not have it now. This is not the first time this has happened to me.

Does this happen to all writers?