i am currently experiencing dual writer's block. i have a desire to finish a book i began years ago, but a new idea is floating in my brain. sitting back, i am amazed at all of the different things i have done in my life. some well within the "socially accepted norms" and some, well, not so much. my associations have ranged from actors and fashion designers to topless dancers and bikers. these experiences have created the current me. with all of the memories dancing in my brain, it has become difficult to choose one path to follow when putting pen to paper. add to the mix my knack for gross underachievement and i feel internally screwed. i think my problem is that i don't really like the people i created in my book. they are the past me, the uptight "perfect girl" me. i don't know that person anymore, how she acted and reacted, what her inner thoughts were, what her day-to-day priorities might be. sybil, your party of 17 is waiting...