In the deep recesses of my mind, behind the web of memories, beyond the sea of emotion, there exists a world that I strive to describe in words. To write that perfect plot, create the perfect character and recreate for you, the world that is cloaked in a fog challenges my very being.  I can’t tell if it is the character throwing me into a personality conflict, or if it is the plots expanding and contracting like an accordion, that stop me dead in the midst of writing. As much as I would love to create complicated and deep plots, I can’t help but wonder how my mind can think…