Nothing to Say

There is so much that needs to be said and so much that should be shared but after a break in writing for almost a year - where does one start?

Reality does not feel like reality but a movie that I am watching. My life? What life? Ramblings? Nothing feels real now, waiting for the great director to call out 'CUT' great scene. Only I need to know what the next scene will be.

For years now I have sort of known what to do and where life was leading, now I am at the crossroads and I have no idea which path to take, neither one is the correct one, there is just too much at stake.

I eat, drink and sleep (when I sleep) stroke. I don't question 'why' it simply 'is' but 'why is it?' What is it that I am mean't to be doing that I am not ......

I know life doesn't come with a manual, but it does come with intuition - but that seems to be switched off at the moment.  

Intuition still switched off so going to post - have too many drafts in my folder! Right now criminal novels by Scandinavian writers are just so much nicer than trying to write my own stuff.