This didn't happen to me in high school. I may not have been the best writer, but at least I was putting words to paper. Junior year was the best time for me. I didn't actually get a story complete, but I was role playing all the time. This wasn't just casual, either- my posts averaged three to four long paragraphs of meaningful description and dialogue. I even had a fair amount of people I played with praise me for this; they loved the fact that I could pop out such detailed responses to our games. I miss those days. If only I had the logs from back then... maybe then I'd pick up something of what I seem to have lost.
So I'd like to consider myself a writer. The one problem with this is that I haven't written anything substantial that was also nonacademic in quite a while. It's been over two years, I believe, since I attempted any sort of prolonged storytelling. It's not that I don't have anything to write about. The stories are still there in my mind, lining up as the wait to be told. The problem is the words. I'll be all set to get my ideas down- my laptop is on, word processor open, and winamp is streaming one of my many character-inspired playlists. My fingers will hit the keyboard, ready to type away... and the words don't come. The scene is there in my head, clear as day. I could reach out and grab it if I wanted, and yet I can't fin the language to desrcibe it. It's like there's a short circuit in the wiring between my brain and my fingers. I hate it. There's nothing I want more than to share my stories with those who will listen, but I can't do that if I'm not producing anything. It's not just fiction that seems to get gobbed up, either. I even have trouble getting journal posts done. I want to write about something worthwhile, but usually the most I can manage is a few short rants when I'm feeling particularly emotional.