the imagination that died

I want to write a book. Like, really bad.

I just have one problem. And the only problem with my problem is that it's kind of a big one.

What would I write a book about?

It turns out (after years of attempting to plan this book) that I can only think to write about experiences that I have already had or about ones that I hope to someday have. So much for imagination. Boring. And you thought this blog was boring. Just imagine a whole book of it.

I have started writing several novels...with started being the key word in that sentence. Somehow I just always lose inspiration after the first 10 pages or so.

But, my statement still stands: I want to write a book. Pretty badly. So somehow, someday...I am going to make it happen.

However, please, please, I beg of you...don't hold your breath waiting for this book to be published. You'd probably just faint after the first minute and a half anyway. And I just don't see how that would help at all.

I want to write a song. Like, really bad.

I just have one problem...

My imagination died.

You may find me in Never Never Land for the next week or so. I need to see a certain Peter Pan about a lost inner child that used to have an imagination.

Depending on how things go, I may never come back...