I could not shake the impression that I was trying to come up with ideas for the story I was entrusted with writing as I sat at my desk and stared at the computer screen. I was feeling frustrated and unsure of what to do when I heard a strange voice in my head.
The voice seemed to emanate from nowhere and everywhere at once, and it stated, “Write a story in which you claim you didn’t write the story you’re writing.”
I paused for a moment before deciding to comply with the voice’s directions after being startled by it. As I began typing, the words appeared to flow very effortlessly onto the paper, and I became further immersed in the story.
As I wrote, though, I could not shake the impression that I had lost control of my writing. I felt as though the words were coming from somewhere else, and I was merely a conduit for the story to be communicated.
Despite this, I continued to write, and as the story’s conclusion approached, I found myself again denying authorship. I attempted to persuade myself that the words simply came to me and that I was simply writing them down.
