Gah! I wish my mind either worked with plots instead of images, or else that I had an ounce of artistic talent. Because I keep getting images with stories attached, but writing them always seems so slow and cumbersome, and like I'm running out of time while the image fades and my words just can't catch it properly. I have dozens and dozen of fragments, things that will probably never be actual stories, because all they are is clumsy sketches of the images in my head, abortive starts on something too big and inexpressable for me to get down. *head in hands* I wish I had telepathy, so I could share these things.
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