The story is inside of you, begging to be released.

But you are afraid to share it.

So it shares itself and begins to grow.

As time passes, there are so many stories in your mind and heart that you can’t breathe without thinking of them.

So you sit down to write.

Everything bubbles inside you – a joyous explosion as all the stories are ready to erupt out of you.

And there you sit.  You don’t know where to begin.  So many stories, but just one page.

You plan how best to get out each story that is taking over your mind.

But they won’t stop screaming at you.

So you can not hear just one story.  You keep hearing all of them at once – a jumbled mess of your imaginings.

So you get up and walk away.

The blank page is too crowded.

You’ll try again tomorrow.