Okay, I know this is the place to post work, gems of creative prose poetry. I have oft been here to read what people have given up to the masses to be enjoyed..
My post however, is of a less sultry nature. I cant write.. Or rather I cant get started. Any of you out there ever have the feeling that there is a story fully grown in you? You havent put it down, but sometimes the dialog slips out when you're thinking about something else, you feel this unbearable guilt for not starting, yet it has grown so much in your mind and heart that you dont know where to start?
Yeah, thats me right now..
Any help you guys can offer? (Besides the obliguatory "start writing".. Even though the bluntness of that statement and the simple logic it has, It hasnt worked so far.
Thats me ranting.. Nothing creative to it.. well, maybe in the use of the word sultry
TheHound