I have been wanting to write a novel for the longest time. It's just that there's nothing "there" right now. I can't seem to formulate any ideas...any creativity. I just wish that I could break through this seeming fog and write. It's as if there's this heavy curtain over the stage of my mind and I know that if I was just able to pull it back and amazing story would unfold before my eyes and I would be compelled to write. Uhhhhhhhh.....I hate writer's block!
I keep thinking to myself that once I am in Italy the stories will begin to pour from my brain. That the rich, luxorious history will only help me to create unforgettable characters. It's like they dance around the outskirts of my brain...flitting in for amoment and then back out...only to drive me mad. Hmmmm...suppose I can wait a little while longer. I know that there's a story inside me waiting to get out...guess it'll just be better than what it would have been now if I could write it. :)
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