An unheard story calling to be told

There are these emotional streams flowing in my head, but somehow seem to not cross into the land of words. Is there a word or a phrase for this?

I am going to consider this article as a vision board to work the issues I have with bringing these stories to fruition.

Okay, ready?

Alright.

The writing process usually begins with the birth of an idea. A stubborn seed, it refuses to wilt and most times, grows without care or dedicated attention. And suddenly- awareness captures this.

Where did that come from?

And then I start watering it. This is the point of becoming emotionally invested. The world, the people, the story - come alive. This was a reliable cycle; knowing what comes next.

Then suddenly out of nowhere it changes. Age seems to add weight to words. They become anchors. They no longer are the reason I start.

Replacing the idea that spurs me into action, enters a force.

A strong, intense emotional force.

Think of it as a song you listen to repeatedly to sustain you in a feeling. Or the aftertaste a movie or a show that stays way beyond the air-time. It leaves you with a longing to multiply to others what you just experienced.

Who are cutting these onions?

How did I laugh at that?

I am so happy for them. Oh wait, they aren't real.

Heavy and spread, does this intensity come bootstrapped with the plot, the characters, the journey?

Erm, not quite.

It is sort of like knowing what I want my reader to feel when they leave my world. And then try to rearrange the characters I foresee around it.

Sometimes it finds the unseen cord between them, but mostly it is a scatter plot. Try as hard as I might, it seems to counter the intention. The more I sit with the "What next?" the more my brain pines for a quick distraction.

Now, did I try any solution for this? Well as the writing process is no longer the path I expect, I can't call it a map. But maybe a sign-board?

Journaling. Just pulling the closest words(with no grammar or even consistent language, mind you) out on a paper or script from your head. Sometimes writing something soon after the experience inspiring it brings out a rawness and vulnerability with your words in a way a thought out idea can't.

But somehow, the hero who saves the world, the villain who has a past, the love who is forgotten, the child that got ignored, the girl who gets the guy and million other cliches I carry don't seem to leave my head.

Maybe I need to stop waiting for a place to deserve them, but free them into the page and see where they go.