I hate having writer’s block. I have nothing brewing, stewing, boiling in my brain. Honestly, about 85-90% of the things I write here are about relationships. Longing. Pain. At the moment I’m not particularly pained or longful. I don’t write happiness well, as it’s not a feeling easily described. Pain is universal. It’s pretty much the same for everyone, but happiness is more open to interpretation.

When you only write about tragedy how can you ever write about elation? The happiness I find is in the longing, not the event. A kiss is great but the anticipation, the passion, the heat, the yearning for that kiss is the real emotional event. The buildup is everything in my world. Perhaps that’s my problem.