So... I have this desire to write.
Like, constantly. It never goes away. I am always thinking of words and phrases and quotes and lines.....but the actual execution never comes as fluidly. Sometimes it will all rush out in a great wave of feeling and accuracy, but other times I stammer and stall and wait for the inspiration to fall out of me-- and it never does. How can you have so much inside of you, so very much it hurts, and NEVER be able to get it out. Not completely. I need to write a "Villette". I need an opus. I need to have the patience to organize myself and take the time and take the energy and write more than a sonnet (even if my sonnets are great). :)
"To write is nothing, you just sit at the paper and bleed."