So right now I’m struggling. With writing. Which makes me sad.
I’ve got ideas; I’ve got tons of ideas. I’ve got ideas coming out of my nose, because I can’t contain them all.
But they’re just ideas. I don’t really know the overarching stories, and definitely not enough to outline them. It ends up like this (taken from my idea folder on EverNote): Continue reading “I got ideas, but that ain’t a beginning, middle, or end.”