I have such an urge to write lately, but whenever I have time to I have no idea what to write about. My brain feels overextended. But the urge is so freaking strong that sometimes I just sit and stare at a blank sheet.

Even now, writing this, I have no idea where I'm going with it. I feel stupid, in a sense, unable to hone a talent I used to think I had and think I don't anymore. Perhaps I'm just so far out of practice that I've lost what I had, like that small fraction of knowledge I used to have of French that disappeared with ill use. Perhaps I was only under the illusion that I could write creatively and realized my mistake with age.

Or perhaps it's what I said before and I just need a little insight as to what to write about. Prompts, if you will. So prompt me.