I've got three outlines ready to be turned into novels. Three. And I can't get a single one of them started. I've tried several times, but instead of the beginnings of a manuscript I've got a really cool pyramid made out of all the writer's blocks I've had over the summer. These books are supposed to be my ticket out of working for a living. They're supposed to lead me to fortune and book signings and the talk-show circuit.
*SIGH*