La Vie Boheme

Ah irony, my dear old friend...

No sooner had I bemoaned my lack of story ideas and given up writing for the day, than a story rose up and smacked me between the eyes while I was reading and listening to the Rent cast album.

I'm afraid to write it. In my head, it's a perfect, stunning idea. It even came with its own title.

So here I sit in front of a shiny new word document, and try to decide whether to take a deep breath and jump, or whether to sit on the edge and think for a little bit longer.