the war

I've never been afraid of a blank page...until today. Sitting in the Dr's office waiting for my mom, I tried writing and nothing came. Reading over the pages from class didn't help; they just reminded me that I'm not sure where the heck my story is going. I think I'm going to start over. I have an idea but I'm not sure how it's going to play out...I've been playing with all kinds of ideas, but it's time to find a solution.

Something in me is hibernating - I wish I could just pull myself ahead in time to bring a pre-mature spring just for the sake of a story; any story that actually means something.

I’m tired of going back and forth with myself on how to write the right thing, how to portray the characters best. How do I pull out of myself what I truly want to say, what has the most meaning?