Not feeling it is frustrating and worrisome. I am tired of these exercises. I want to write something important. I want a project to love. I want characters. I keep expecting them to just show up, but they aren’t. This makes me worry that I’m not a writer and won’t ever be one. I want characters to show up in a dream or while I’m in the shower or driving to work. I don’t want to write about my own life. I want my life to drive a story about characters who are based on me, what else could they be based on, but I want characters to care for, or even dislike, who I can develop a relationship with. I want to tell their stories, understanding that their stories are mine. I don’t know what’s important enough to write about. I don’t know what’s interesting enough. I think a lot about the difference between writing and storytelling and maybe I just don’t have the storytelling gift. The thing that keeps me from believing this and giving in is that I’m a good judge of character. An excellent observer. I don’t know how to turn those observations into a story, though, and I’m afraid I won’t ever know. I want this more than anything but feel so far from finding what I need.