insane in the membrane

NOTHING SHOULD BE THIS HARD!

Writing is frying my brain cells, it is sucking out my soul, it is breaking my heart. Didn't I have a talent for this, at one point? Maybe I was young--perhaps, way back when none of my classmates knew their alphabets... A, B, C... What comes next?

Not only can I not think of any idea, but even characters and settings are proving to be impossible. My life is piling up like flies in a spider web, and unfortunately none of those flies are quite what I'm looking for.

Honestly, writing a short story and being admitted to a writing camp... That's really how I've always wanted my life to go! I could have a great time--or a not so great time. Whatever. The point is, I'll be writing. That's the only thing I can't live without, can imagine myself doing for a living, am proud of. Wait a second, the first two aren't quite right, but the third is. No matter what happens, if I can finish a story I'd be more than happy to share it with you, the world, as well as my teachers and friends (for editing purposes, of course).

Boys are rescued in snow storms, girls get 100+ % on their English tests, anything is possible these days. Maybe at some point I'll actually finish a story for once. Oh, for the love of writing!

love,
Erika