It's been an ambition of mine for some time to write a novel. I'm not out to do it for fame or fortune and i've accepted the fact that I'm not going to write the next big thing. What I do have a problem coming to terms with, is it in me to write a novel? I know what I want to write, but I don't know how to express it. I stare at a blank canvas, an elaborate scene played out in my minds eye of a grand landscape teeming with life. I play this out, I bring brush to canvas and only manage a cloud. It's inchoate, the details vague and it's something I can't shake.