Ice
September 24th, 2007
I’ve been so inspired the past few days and you know what I’ve gotten done? Absolutely nothing. How sad is that? It’s like it’s all sitting there, everything. An entire universe of my creation, waiting behind a clear sheet of ice that’s smack dab in the center of my brain.
I can see the story, feel it, breath it, and be it but it can’t seem to get beyond that point. From mind to paper, or in this case keyboard, is proving to be an impossible trek tonight.
I also feel very un-grammatical today. I need a good kick in the bum.
