Longings.

It's there. Burning inside me. A tickle, a tingle, a small flame licking at my mind and heart. This urge, no, need. Need to create, to pour my imagination out in beautiful words, powerful emotions and heartfelt scenes. I can feel it stirring, yet the outlet is stuck.

Dontcha just HATE writer's block?

First Con is finished. I went back and rewrote the last three installments. Dominic's Date is on indefinete hold. I really don't know where to go with it, so sad, plus I feel odd still working on it when I have yet to get permission. I should probably just scrap that.

The Sailor Moon tickle is still there. Damnit. I haven't even seen more then five episodes! I know why it's there. I'm bored and the romance calls to me. I know Wolf and I have lived past lives, so witnessing the reincarnation of two such powerful souls...speaks to me. Plus the idea of dressing in sexy drag appeals on a different level. I wanna see if I can sweep someone off THEIR feet with pure romantic charm. Hee! So WHY is it, knowing all of my insight into Tuxedo Mask comes from fan interpretations, do I want to give him a cousin and a sword? And not just any sword, but the physical manifestation of that sabre he uses as the Moonlight Knight. Mamoru needs a sword. I don't know why, he just does.

I want to create. I want to finish my Escaflowne fanfic. It's too...big. I've gotten used to the short story format. I've thought about writing out scenes in here, but I know I'll just confuse everyone. Besides, I've grown quite fond of the First Person perspective and Escaflowne is in third person. *grumble*

I need release. Someway, somehow, I must purge these drives, these desires from me before I am consumed.

"Oh, the drama!"

Shut up.