I want to write.
But I am completely stuck. Why do I need someone else's idea to spark something? The invariable searching for prompts and places to submit things - on the condition that they tell me what to write about. I can do that. I just want to set my fingers to typing. Why do I have so many ideas that I fail so eloquently at putting into words? I crave the look of black on white - the strokes painting a picture that is only truly comprehended by having a working imagination.
I can't even begin to form the sentences I want to.
Maybe I need to read.
