The Words Buzz in Book One: The Not So Daily Briefs 2014

So… I’ve been haunted by a thought today.
There’s a story forming in my head. The outline of it has already written itself, the characters are established, their personalities are unique and individual.... but I don’t have the words or the time to write it. Nor, sadly, do I feel I have the vocabulary for this particular project.

It is a love story… and then everything goes wonky in my head in thinking about the specifics… because I know I want the story to be about two people madly in love… who can’t make it work… but finally get together in the end as Senior Citizens...... and enjoy, with a bitter sweet sense, that -though they are both now too old to enjoy crazy or sexual, they love each other so much that they are content with friendly and romantic. Problem One of course is that I don’t know what kind of scope I want to do. Like… are these two people bound by magic to constantly try to find one another and cursed to never be together until at last love proves stronger? Or… are these two people bound by spiritual energies… to constantly seek one another out in each incarnation until finally they can be with one another? Or… are these two people kept apart by socio-political forces beyond their control? Or… do I try to combine THIS story idea with one of my older story ideas that I never finished… like The Half-Demon & The Nun, or Angelic Strife: Life During the Fall of Lucifer, or The Shadow Places? Or........................................

See, I think of all of these possibilities and can’t quite decide what to do. Problem Two is that, frankly, I don’t know if I have what it takes to write about romance anymore. I mean… when I was a kid, it wasn’t difficult. I had this ideal version of what romance could be and had no difficulty spinning yarns about the beauty of life and the wonders of love. But… as an adult? Athena has truly driven Aphrodite from the realm! Experience, observation, and my own fledgling yet mired marriage has removed so much from my head and my heart. I test myself; I sit down to write a single page about romance, that first sensation when you smell the hair of your beloved and your heart races.... and I cannot find the poetry!

The best I’ve been able to do is as follows:
Again he heard the familiar click on the linoleum floor. The quickened tap-tap-tap-tap of a hurried female briskly walking in heels. He turned slightly, curious to discover if this unknown woman was following after him. The woman quickly walked past him; dressed in a grey suit jacket with matching skirt, hemmed just past her knees. He noticed that she kept her long hair down but was at a loss for how to describe the color. Somehow it managed to be dirty blonde and strawberry blonde at the same time.

See… that took me thirty minutes! And… there is no emotion, no poetic description, no… anima! I used to be able to bust out something FAR more evocative and descriptive in less than 10 minutes without even concentrating! So… I don’t know… I’ve got stories in me, I’ve got ideas of things I want to say but… I don’t have the words nor the time. It gets frustrating.