That is a quote out of this book I got for Christmas. Life goes by way too fast. Do you feel that way? Sometimes I wonder where the time goes. Although sometimes it feels like it slows down to the point of crawling - those are the days where I get everything done and then sit for hours, antsy because it seems like there should be more things to do and yet I know there's not. I try and fill those times with writing but it doesn't always work. I generally end up staring at my story, wondering what the hell I was thinking, starting something like this that I don't even know how to finish.

I'm so afraid of this story. Like... it's such a huge thing now. It started off as fun and simple and easy but now it's hard and it feels like I'm fighting for every word I put on the page. And I don't have the time to fight for this story. I need it to come easy, like it did when I started it, but I don't know how to make that happen. And then there are the other ideas - those never stop coming. And I just write them down and set them aside but I can almost hear them calling to me. It's a very weird place for me to be.

Also, a friend of mine is writing a story using a typewriter. That is so awesome. I kind of want to do that.