I have always had an active imagination. Too active. Now I think part of my imagination has altered a bit recently. I'm a little less imaginative about certain things hence certain things don't scare me. And I will remain silent on what "certain things" are just to make it bug you.
Now because of this, I honestly believe another part of my imagination has increased it's momentum.
In other words I have trouble sleeping not because I'm scared of the dark or because I'm too tired but because I have stories which refuse to leave me alone. It's like "Six Characters in Search of an Author", where the story refuses to leave you alone until you write it. The problem for me is I know where the story is going...but I'm not sure how to get there. I don't know what words to type so that I can write the story. I don't know the events leading to the story that one girl is trying to tell a boy from the past. I don't know how to write so the story of dead butler and a house that can heal so I can write a first draft and alter it later.
But do stories understand?
Nope...
Now excuse me please because one of my stories is still bugging me about a title....little cretins...
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