*Just A Simple Entry. Nothing To See Here.*
I'm really struggling here. I long to write and yet nothing comes. I have ideas, but not one ever seems to come to fruition. I need romance and intrigue. Yet, none exists here. Not in real life or in my mind. Seems my muses have decided to yet again desert me. I'm losing patience with them.
So, if anyone of my friends on this page can help, I'd appreciate it.
This is the ONLY thing that has been running in my head lately. (A friend and his family helped me move last week and their son is gorgeous. The type of gorgeous that stops a woman dead in her tracks and makes straight men gay. All I could think was that I could write a character based on him and this was all I could think of.)
His dark smouldering eyes pierced into her vey soul. She stood helpless and powerless with every look.
Sad. Sad that someone who used to love writing the way that I did can only write that and find that it leads nowhere. NOWHERE! Stupid muses. I hate them right now.
So, if anyone of my friends on this page can help, I'd appreciate it.
This is the ONLY thing that has been running in my head lately. (A friend and his family helped me move last week and their son is gorgeous. The type of gorgeous that stops a woman dead in her tracks and makes straight men gay. All I could think was that I could write a character based on him and this was all I could think of.)
His dark smouldering eyes pierced into her vey soul. She stood helpless and powerless with every look.
Sad. Sad that someone who used to love writing the way that I did can only write that and find that it leads nowhere. NOWHERE! Stupid muses. I hate them right now.