Ahhh, Frustration, you rear your ugly head in my life yet again.
For once it's not the frustration of writer's block or my imagination going on strike.
For once it's just the opposite...well sort of.
I've got these plans! These WICKED PLANS. But there's just so much going on at once I don't know where to start, that and the fact that I'm not entirely sure I've got the talent necessary to see these plans through.
What I'm feeling just feels so vast and grand I'm ridiculously insignificant in comparison. So, in that respect it's frustrating. I guess I can't have it both ways, great grand ideas AND the means to see them through.
It's always one or the other.
Damn.

Well, in the meantime I can at least compile pieces of inspiration and see what sparks, right?
Wish me luck....Odin knows I'm gonna need it.


On a side note, Spirit by J.P. Hightman has one of the most frustratingly infuriating endings I've ever endured in all my years of reading.
But it's a good story!