It seems I have reached a standstill in my creative writing. I have lost my creative edge. *dramatic sigh* I don't know...maybe it's because I'm out of school and therefore am not inspired my the stuff we read in lit. class anymore, or because I just am not being sufficiently academically-supplemented, if that makes sense. My writing used to be full of a lot of nice, flowing, descriptive, sensory sentences, but now it's just like...blah.

Example:

Before: With a stride in her step that was new, and a glow that no one had seen before, Jane glided down the street as passersby gazed in awe. It was a brand new day.

Now: Jane walked down the street.

GAH!

I have one story that I'm in the middle of and can't move on, and about 3 other stories waiting in line to get started on. I hope my creativity comes back soon. I want to finish the one I'm working on in time to put it as an achievement on my college apps. "Wrote full-length novel." Hah, yes.


In other news,
my neighbors are vampires. Yes, it's true. No, their son is not an Edward Cullen. Rather, a Nosferatu. Bleh. Haha, no, they are not really vampires. But, it's weird, because whenever we drive by and their lights are on, we can see inside the house. There is basically NO furniture (and they're not moving, either, so it can't be because they're clearing the house). The old lady that lives there never leaves the house unless she's dressed head-to-toe in black and has sunglasses on (no exaggerations!). And the rest of the family? They never leave the house! I only know what the son looks like because he rode the bus with me 2 years ago.

Well, it's an entertaining thought, anyway. My own little Twilight world, right across the street.