This darn writer...

I should probably let it be known that I like to write, It's really one of the few things that keep me from acting out such... devilish... behaviors. But there are times when I overwork myself. That's the worst! You're just sitting there with your pen and paper, or laptop, for the techies, and you're hunched over it, trying to find that one plot that you believe would catch the appropriate audience.

I've yet to get such luck, I feel like my golden age for writing was an amazing eight years ago. Yeah I was just 16 when I felt like I could write the world, I mean Mary Shelley wrote Frankenstein, right? What am I saying, that book is worlds better than anything I could ever bring to the table!

Like I said, I was able to write anything that came to mind. I think around that time, I had my PC filled with little tidbits and nonsense, it was fun, a little escape...

NO! Here's what I'm getting at! I really miss being able to just come up with an idea and just running with it, I loved being able to come up with a decent outline, you know all that technical lingo. Oh Creativity, won't you come back to me?