So the past few months I've been nearly driven crazy by the voices in my head. For all of you who are thinking 'crazy person', not those kind of voices. I'm talking about the voices of my stories. There are just too many of them and all of them are going at me at the same time that it is a bit hard to filter them all out.
Just this morning I woke up to a fantastic tale of a young 'beggar' and an apprentice goddess. My fingers are itching to write it down. But all the static of all the other tales that are in my mind to be told keep interfering. I am fearing this story will get buried before I can take it all out on paper.
I need a break from myself and get things sorted out in there. Poorly, I have neither the time or the resources to take that break. And to much static in my mind to figure out a way to get either one.
I feel like Atreyu in the Swamp of Sadness. Except it's my self and not my horse that is being lost.
