July 26, 2012
I'm starting to feel like writing again. I woke up this morning with an urge to work on fiction or poetry...something creative. Before we left for our vacation, I bought a small journal with a floral cover, but I didn't write in it. Today I wanted to crack that cover and start filling the pages with something, yet I didn't. That overwhelmingly stifling feeling of having too much to say yet nothing to say came over me again. It paralyzes me, keeps me from doing much more than staring at the page, waiting for something--inspiration? luck?--to strike.