Without a voice

Hopefully soon there will come a time when I will be able to write again (aside from this format). The formation of 4 stories still clatter around my head. The characters, the settings, the plot. Daily I envision them, and I suppose they are incubating for a time when I can just write and write and write those worlds into existence. I feel I can create a place where I express things and have them understood and felt. I once was able to use a brush, or pencil. or pen, to artistically represent myself - my emotions, feelings, abstract thoughts in form and color to a blank canvas. I am a different person than I was in college - alone, hidden, bottled. Now I am married with children. All of whom I am is represented. I don't hide what I feel. I don't shum who I am. It frustrates mem to not be able to take the vision in my head and have it resonate on paper (when I once could). Partly out of practice, partly changed, partly new tools and new medium. It will come back, hopefully, someday soon.