Writer's block. Actually, I'm lying. My mind is a chaotic cesspool of infernal ideas just waiting to be thrown onto paper, waiting to materialize into a literary piece of art. So many ideas I can't handle it. The problem is, I don't want to indulge any of those ideas. Starseed and 36 Hours were great, but so cliche. I want to write something that touches on the deepest wells of human emotions, something that stirs up the heart as only a few works of art have ever done. I want to write something epic, something that has not been seen before, something beyond belief and so radically life-changing. I'm almost done with high school, I'm going to college, I'll be living my career, and 100 years from now, I will be dead. I feel like I'm just wasting my writing time by putting the pen to unoriginal ideas that, while interesting, are forgotten with the wind's passing breath.

I'm inspired by the beautiful works of Edgar Allen Poe, H.P. Lovecraft, J.R.R. Tolkien, the classical Greek and Roman authors whose tales of Troy and Ceasar have inspired countless acts of bravery, innumerable lives of romance, and laid the groundwork of the warrior poet. I so strongly desire to write something that will touch base in everyone's heart; that, somehow, in some way, will carry my name down through the ages. Something that will find my name on the shelves next to Homer and Thoreau. So I have writer's block. I have the desire, but no idea how to pursue it. And time is slipping through my fingers like sand in a sieve.