Emergency, please call 1-800-I LOST MY INSPIRATION

Alright, I have no time to great you all because this is an emergency, I have no inspiration left, and to do my daily writing training, I decided to go and write some pointless stuff here. How on earth can I be a novelist someday, when the only thing I can come up with today is a part of a sentence. And not even a good sentence either. Here, I'll show you.

".... I knew the girl was me, from my the pictures I saw of my childhood, of my memories."

Right. Strange, I know. And that was all I could write today, and seeing as it is almost midnight, I cannot see me continuing now. I need to sleep because work is waiting for me in the morning. How to continue when the only thing I can describe is a blond girl on a swing set. Where does the story go to? I am in much need of a plot summary. I am in need of an emergency inspiration kick. Some kind of adrenaline shot filled with thoughts I might be able to write out. 


Also, I have currently put Mirrors of Ice in the figurative ice. I am thinking to start that one over again. I ruined everything in it. The only parts that are still in tact of the original idea is the names of three of the characters. It sucks to be unable to write what I see, feel and dream. Mostly, because I tend to forget the details. Like the smells and scenery of places. I am not a detail person myself and I have to focus really hard to contemplate the idea's into words. Especially if you are talking about a room/world I have never been in myself. So those are the parts where my imagination stops. Because I want it to be as accurate as possible. 


It could be like this, when I think about a castle hall, where there is a throne.

"...The great big throne that stood at the south wall was beautifully engraved with bronze carvings of roses and other flowers my eyes had never seen before. The floors where made of a think substance, like marble, only it looked warmer. In between the throne of the lord and lady hung a giant emerald green flag. On this flag stood the symbol of the house. A bronze rose, entwined with a raven."

Even if I read over it, it doesn't make any sense to me. Why is this? Can someone just confirm to me, I am not losing my mind. I do not want to give up upon my dream of becoming a published novelist. Well I guess, there is nothing I can do about it. Just accept and dream on.

Goodnight for now!


Love,


Aledawn