It’s so hot in this room, I feel as if I were melting away. It doesn’t seem to be any particular season or time of year, as this strange phenomenon of limbo is creeping up on me more and more lately. Sometimes the ambiguous fog chokes me, but other times I merely decide to go with the flow. There are characters at the back of my mind, imploring me to let them out, while at the same time I’m asking the same thing of them. Whom is really freed in this jumbled relationship? What might they produce in a marathon of writing? Am I their main character, and, if so, is this my desire?
I think it is, yes.
Etcetera 
It is -13 here with a wind chill factor of -30. I am thinking about summer. Amazing is it not that the imaginagion has no boundaries. Love you post by the way!
Thank you for your kind words! It is terrific that the imagination has no boundaries!
Free your characters and free yourself. There is not much better answer than that.
And I love your answer!
Come on, get with it.
With your inspiration, I will.
You have been gone a long while…
It’s been hectic and I’ve been sick for two months and am scrambling to get caught up on everything.
Okay, well, be well, and let your characters fly when you can. They will appreciate it.
Thank you! I’m feeling better and starting to get inspired.