50 shades of voices

I want to write and yet words don't come to mind. A million stories in my head yet they don't want to connect the dots. Should I write this or that? Should this story take this path or that? Should she be named Jamie or Lily? Should this be just another silly love story? Or yet another one of those finding self stories? Horror is out of the question. Comedy fails me miserably.  Non-fiction? Who cares about that shit anyway?

Should his mother be a bitch? Should her brother be sick? Should the father and daughter be estranged? Shall they lose their family? Isn't it too depressing? Isn't it too stupid? Isn't it just too much of nothing?

The characters, they mock me.

"Ha! You're a writer? If so where's your writing oh dear creator? "

"I doubt blank papers count. Unless you intend for the words to be written down by magic."

"Yo smarty pants what should I do now? Shall I leave her and break her heart?"

"Honey will I ever find my son?"

"So what now? Shall I jump or take the cowards way? I cannot stay here forever you know!"

"I will not marry this guy. Do NOT make me marry him. He's gross."

"Fine writer you'd make letting your characters take over!"

SHUT UP.

Screaming to an empty room because of voices in my head. Like a madwoman.

"Hey that might be a great story. Can I be the madwoman?"