It is very sad when your muse runs out of you when you're writing a story which is highly probable. It circulates my mind pushing my writer's limits and wishes to type it down. However, immediately when I geared up to type, my muse runs away screaming madly for somebody else to capture it and leaves me drained and saddened.

I love writing, I love how I am allowed to let my imagination run wild but often gets stuck halfway when something prominent happens to my character when I'm not looking. So when the muse strikes, I either pen it down or type furiously onto my laptop hoping it does not run out on me soon enough.

The worse part is, when you're stuck with something because you can't find the word to describe your character. You thrive through your brain to bring out the bulk of vocabulary you have learnt over the decade or so years, but can't find it. And so you abandon the plot and rack your brains trying to find another word to string everything together but nothing is as good as what you initially wanted.

I often take a break, but my breaks drag out to a point where I abandon my stories and when I read back after three months or so, I realised how good it is but can't bring myself back into the mood to finish it up. I guess that's why I can never write novels. The only thing I manage to complete were short stories and drabbles, poetry and blog posts. Nothing long and excruciating that I can be proud of.

Currently, I have a set of two stories waiting to be written. Ever since I stopped, I never seem to get it going again. Perhaps I should try and open it up, and hopefully I can succeed and inform you all I have progressed.