Ugh.

I want to be writing every day.
I've got nothing.
I thought it would get easier.
It hasn't.
I don't feel like I'm training for a marathon and getting better with time and constant practice.
Instead I keep tearing ideas out from my heart and head like looseleaf paper from my binder, and I am running out of ideas. Running out of heart and head to tear from.
It doesn't get less daunting.
In fact the white spaces on the screen are starting to haunt me. This computer doesn't give a damn if I ever type on it again. But those white spaces won't let me go.
I've got nothing.
I thought writing would get easier after going through sixteen years of formal education.
Instead my sentences are stopped short by road blocks asking what the hell tense am I supposed to be in, and why do I keep changing lanes without a signal?
Diagrams splitting infinitives and making a science out of an art.
I just want to write.
I've got nothing.