Intoxication. Hmmmm. Angel.
Many, many ideas rolling about my head. Not unlike marbles in a bowl. I haven't written for so long, it seems. I've been reading everyone else's stuff. I need to get back in the game.
Perhaps this evening I will start again. I think that's the hardest thing, for me, is staring at a blank page. Then the words start to roll out. The hope. The love. Then when it's over I just want to go back and do it again.
Writers. Good or bad. Stories. They just take us away. Expand our worlds.
Gotta love it.