So, let’s talk about writing despair…

The other day, a good friend asked me, when I was babbling on, yet again, about my challenges with writing, "Who are you are you doing this for?" His implication was that I surely couldn't be doing it for myself, given the amount of struggles I was having with it and the (sigh) ultimate nothing…

unformed

I've been feeling for the longest time now that I am on the edge of a story.  For a while there I was having terribly lucid dreams, waking with my jaws clenched or in the middle of a scream - now that isn't happening, but I feel like there are words in the dark corners…