Textual Frustration

Still haven't written anything. I actually got so far as opening up the novel on my screen yesterday, then freaked out and shut it down again. I really don't know what's wrong with me. I keep having fantastic ideas - just little snippets of conversation, or a new twist to the plot, but then when it comes to actually trying to write the novel... I can't do it.

Bloody ridiculous really, isn't it? My problem used to be that I never had enough time to write all the ideas that were desperate to get onto paper. Now I have time, but no confidence or creativity.

Dreamt about Beano again last night. His face haunts my dreams, and now it's spilling into my waking thoughts as well.

Maybe I should see him.

Probably not though.