Wel it's been about hmm.... two..three? nay...FOUR weeks yet for all their nimbleness I can't get my fingers to write anything beyond a few unhelpful words that don't really get me anywhere. Anyway...
Welcome to Ferell! Will you venture forth into the dark shadowlands, or visit the majesty of Tamvel? Will you destroy, or protect? Will I shut up? The answer is yes.
Is it just me, or do you sometimes plan your story and you have what you feel is the perfect middle and end, yet when you try to write a beginning, everything comes to a grinding halt.
After phrototype beginning #1000000000 I feel slightly (or vey) annoyed at my inability tio start the story. Where am I going wrong? Does god hate me? Am I not destined to be a writer?