In other words, I have the tingling in my fingers that means that I want nothing else but to write. And yet I don't know what to write about. It seems as if all my thoughts are dried up. I haven't written anything long on here in ages. I looked over my last essay to see if I could fix some of the things I needed to on it, and yet even that--where I know what I need to write and what I need to fix . . . it just wasn't coming. I hate this feeling--where I want nothing else but to write, and yet I have writer's block. It's not like I have the itch and the words flow and I know exactly what I want to write and what I need to write. And it's not like I just have nothing to write about and am fine with that. This is the awkward stage where I want nothing else but to write but am stuck.
I AM STUCK!
But besides all that, my life is quite wonderful. It's been a good week.