I wish I could write.

No matter what I do, I can't seem to write.  If I sit with a pen and paper I doodle, make some useless list to add to all the other useless lists I have lying about, or just sit and stare.  At my computer I end up playing some mindless game or reading/looking at random web pages.  I haven't even been blogging lately.  I'm working on it, though.

I is for Ideas -- Day 9 of the "A to Z Blogging Challenge"

I give up. Ideas are a writer's bread and butter and I have lots of ideas. Unfortunately I don't always follow up on them. Even when I do the core idea often changes. No matter how thoroughly I outline my thoughts in advance, the story comes out differently, and if I try to force it back to its original form, it balks and becomes awkward. Its like my writing takes on a life of its own. I start out to say something specific but end up saying something else altogether. I can start out to write about going to college and end up with a piece that obsesses about ink pens. I may start to write a funny story and end up with something heart-wrenching. I once started a story about the house I grew up in and it turned into a piece about my mother, which I consider one of my best to date. I wonder if anyone else has this problem.