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I wanted to start work on a novel this morning, but I spent an entire hour and a half just staring at a blank page, unable to slip anything into that white space. Concentration isn't at a high right now. But what would I rather be doing instead? I want to dance around the hallways. I want to sing for freedom and for peace. I want to solve the world's biggest mystery. I just want something more epic that I've got right now, although I'm not sure what that is. Ever feel it? That nagging sensation at the tip of your brain, that makes you jiggle your leg in antsy impatience, and you aren't really sure why? With the taste of Early Grey tea lingering on my tongue, that's what I've got right now. And I wish I could write. Oh; I wish I could write.