Writing is hard. That is pretty much all I have to say about that, but not really. It is so much more than that. It’s gut wrenching and time consuming. My brain is going a million miles a minute but yet I can’t get a thought on paper. I have this idea on my heart. It’s nagging me like a child nags their mom or dad in the grocery store for that box of cookies. It won’t leave me alone. I think about it all day from when I wake up in the morning, all through my day, and when I go to bed at night. I think about the character and how to craft her and who the other characters will be. I have a story that I need to get out, but from head to paper is a struggle. When I sit down to write, I don’t know which direction to go in, what the point of view should be, if this is a novel or a shorty story, or who I am writing to. And then I get distracted, and I start scrolling or I get up to do something else because I feel like I’m wasting time just sitting alone with my thoughts, notebook on lap and pen in hand. But there is a story in me that needs to come out and with each distraction and each project the story is not getting smaller or going away, it’s nagging me more, it’s getting louder and bigger. I pushed it to the back burner all last week, not making the time for it. This week, I’m making the time, and I’m stuck. Now I understand why I gravitate naturally towards poetry, because it flows out of me from heart to head to pen to paper. It’s like instant gratification. This, whatever it is, is quite the opposite. So, to my fellow writer’s out there, I’m sending my SOS. Any words of wisdom or advice would be greatly appreciated.