Writers Block

It's an odd feeling. Like you want to do something but the only thing that comes out is absolute nonsense. It's almost as if the blank page is taunting you...

I have wanted to be an author since I was thirteen years old and I have great ideas and enthusiasm however my ideas cannot be stretched and neither can my enthusiasm.

I tried for years to write a book until I realized that I knew how I wanted to start, how the middle should be and how it should end but I could not, for the life of me, figure out what had to go in between all of that.

I can do short stories and when the mood strikes I can even do a few loose poems but for some reason a full length novel is proving to be my downfall. I desperately want to make a difference in this world and I think that if I could write something that made a difference in just one persons life then maybe I could, maybe I could encourage or inspire someone like me to finally get up and write that novel or go on that trip. If only I could finish...

When I was thirteen my best friend and I tried to write a book together. We actually got quite far but we couldn't figure out how to put the action in or how to plug up the plot holes. When I was in high school I used to write poems according to prompts from the girl who sat in front of me in the study hall and later on I wrote a short story for English class where I somehow used the perfect tense perfectly, the best part was that I didn't even know what the perfect tense was!

Now I'm in my twenties and again I want to write a book, maybe this time I can stick with it and actually finish it, if not I'll publish my short stories and see where that goes.

I think my point to this is that no matter how often my creative juices run dry, I have never stopped believing that I can do it if I really set my mind to it. Now all I need to do is fix my hair, have some coffee and write a freaking book.

Thanks for reading xx