Lately, I've felt a need to put things down on paper. Stuff that cannot be put on a blog, though....thus I need to find a different outlet. It seems wasted for me to just type it all out.....like I could use all of these pent-up feelings for some other purpose. That is why I started.....or attempted to start, that is, a book. Hmmm.......I know that sounds pretty crazy. Last night, though, I was struck with a great idea for a story line and I typed out maybe two pages. All I really did was get some background for the story to be based off of. I've ran into two major problems, though. The fact that the whole first page is too close to reality and could be easily traced back to my life (I changed names and places). The other problem is myself. I would've typed much, much more......but I ran into doubt. Doubt that I could write it.....doubt that it wouldn't be any better than most of the crap that sits on the shelves of bookstores.......doubt that my writing is advanced enough. Most of these feelings I think about every day.....like if I really should be a writing major.......I know of many people from LHS that were sooo much better at writing than I was in high school. Maybe that has changed.....but maybe not. I guess I'm afraid that I'm putting my whole life into this major and if it screws me over, then where am I? So anyway.....I was cruising along getting this idea (which I'm not going to tell you) out on a page.....but then I actually started thinking about it.....and then I kinda got writer's block and I realized I was thinking too much and not just letting the words go straight out onto the page....and then I decided to just quit and go to bed. I haven't touched it since.....but I still do have the storyline developing in my mind. We'll see.....we'll see....