I awoke after a night of horrible dreams. The pages and chapters of my story were drifting and blowing through the air. Uncatchable. Immediately I knew that my writing is shite and worse still I am paying someone to wade through the nonsense of my life. My entire future, however lengthy that may be, went out of focus in a terrifying way and it was with great difficulty that I managed to remember how to breathe and talk and think. Has anyone discovered a way to turn off a creative gene?