My first-

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And all I do is stare at them- it's not even like I open them or anything. How the hell am I going to get anywhere in life when my favorite hobby is just sitting around and staring at books all day?

And when it's not book covers it's blank pieces of paper. I think I spend more time staring at fresh pages and sharpened pencils than I do actually writing.

And I don't think I have writers block because I have many ideas. I know what's going to happen next- it's just that it's all in my head.

There must be a door closed though. One that, when opened sends the creative energy through my body from my brain to my hand.

It's almost like the thoughts in my head are of a different lingo or even wavelength. I need some type of middleman/translator or some kind of adapter to get my ideas on paper.

This is on my fiction.