My characters/muses are wanting me to type up their stories. However all I think about is the new guy in my life.
I keep picturing what life would be life with him. . .
- When he comes home from work and I have dinner ready.
- How we are going to meet. . . (Yes, we haven’t met yet. We have been talking online for almost three months.)
- The things I want to do to him (I need to keep it at that.)
- Will he really like me in person?
My characters/muses want me to meet him soon so I can get back to work on their projects.
I have good news and bad news. . .
I have a site where I chat to others and still post stories/blogs. . .
It’s called Experience Project. I have been there off and on since 2009.
I have mentioned it in many other blogs (usually about distractions.)
Anyway, as of April 21 it’s taking a pause which I think will end up being a permanent thing. I have read a few things about the site getting in trouble for murder/suicide. I also think they are in legal trouble for minors talking to with adults about adult/mature situations. I think it should stay an adult site.
The good news is now I will not be so distracted with the site.
The bad news is that I may be lonely or not have a secret place to release . . . (Maybe I should just stick to my blogs and diary.)
It did give me ideas. . . but I am sure I can find prompts other places.
I think I should move on . . . or maybe I will eventually see what is out there (in the world).
I want to write . . . it always takes longer. . .
Why I am so easily distracted by this site (EP), and facebook. Now I have until April 21st until EP pauses. Facebook just isn’t the same. . . still I deleted the drama.
Now I have a guy who is a good distraction.
I should shut the Internet off and just get to writing.
I feel for one of my characters. . . in fact, I think I am so close to him that I’m not sure if I can write about him just yet.
I finally have a open window to work on him, and now I am too close.
Grrr. One would think that it would help me . . . inspire me.
However I am torn and stuck in my own life, so is my character stuck in an frozen snow globe of thought.
I feel like I got up the tree, but now I cannot get down.
I think it will clear up on it’s own.