My brain can be incredibly stubborn sometimes. Every so often it lets me have glimpse, the merest glance of an idea, fleeting, popping in to my head and then hailing off to the left or the right laughing maniacally.
The idea? Well for a book of course, what else do I obsess about? It’s not helped by my not being able to find my journal. It’ll be about somewhere, I just need to put a bit more effort in to finding it. I find it useful to jot things down. There are still somethings for which I prefer pen and paper.
I think that my preference would be to write a non-fiction book, but just occasionally, I like the idea of fiction but then I get to thinking about plots and characters, of which I have no idea. Is it procrastination I ask myself, or am I just barren of ideas?
I wonder how many other frustrated authors there are out there? Perhaps I should start a club or society; The Society of Frustrated Authors, or The Frustrated Authors Club? I really must check if either those exist. I bet they do.