I know I’m not alone in this, there’s probably a lot of people who have this kind of problem.
We’re not crazy, but the world created in our minds is so real.
Having an active imagination is not as easy to contain as you think. They’re just all there waiting to come out. Characters waiting to be discovered, itching to have their lives explored.
Opinions and thoughts jumbled inside; pressured to write it all out but completely unsure of what exactly to write.
They all want to be heard, but getting to know them makes you go woozy when the ideas come in a flurry.
I guess I just have to let the voices in my head settle in for a while, until I find a way to entertain them.