my brain is frozen up.

Planning a story out mentally is great. In my head, every story I've ever written is much more detailed, well-written and more plot driven than anything I actually sit and type or handwrite. But then I sit down to write everything and it comes out all... flat. Then, of course, there's hitting creative walls, otherwise known as that DEMON called writer's block...

I'm sorry, you say I'm supposed to be sane?

I'm trying to finish this story, and I'm like, stuck. I don't know what's worse: having thirty ideas for your characters or having something great happen to them, and then you don't know what to do with them. I'm going crazy over here. I think this is why I reconsidered being a writer, because too often I remember the crappy parts about writing fiction: writer's block. Trying to come up with great names for your characters (something I take way too seriously.). Constant spellcheck. Worrying if you make sense. Worrying if anyone's going to like it.

Anyway.

I think I'm paranoid...

I think I know what I need to do with my life.

I need to be a pop culture commentator.

I say this because I am actually taking NOTES on episodes from I Love the 90s to do a big write-up on, the same way I took notes and made guesses about who was going to be on the 200 Greatest Pop Culture Icons list last summer. I think that I am made to do stuff like that.

With that said... once I go over my notes and get the nerve to actually TYPE everything in a comprehensible style, I will have a big review of doom for you all. Because, as we all know, I'm a nut.

Also, it's very hard to not be rude to certain people, you ever notice that? People just say or do things that irk your LAST FREAKING NERVE and you do everything in your power to not go psycho on them. Especially people who are super-convinced that everything they know is right... and try to make you feel as if you're a brainless twat. Ack. People? Occasionally suck.