Chapter 3-Aimless Musings

I never know what to write. 

This novel was meant to be a challenge-a place for me to write my thoughts and little shorts, a challenge to maintain the writing skills. Winter fogs up my window pane as I type, threatening chill with every letter. My thoughts are frozen as a river, with nothing more to show. 

Am I burnt out before I even began? 

My life lays before me, with endless stories written, unwritten. And yet I can't put words to paper, can't type out more than a short poem.