I have plenty of ideas. Plenty of things I want to write about. My current excuse, however, is that I “don’t have time.” That’s only partially true – I physically have plenty of time in front of the computer, but mentally, MENTALLY, there is no free time. There is always something that needs my attention. Something that needs to be planned or checked on or considered. The time to just sit and make up stories is very short.
I wish so very much that I had the ability to sketch. My thoughts are more visual than textual, and I would love nothing more than to be able to visually represent what I’m “seeing” in my head. As it is, however, I only have words as my tools. And sometimes, the words feel like broken crayons in a chubby toddler’s fist. The idea is there, the intention is there, but the execution is wobbly, at best.
Soon, though. Soon.