Dusty Fingers. A Strong Urge. Indecision

After digging out some old and very poorly made stories that I wrote when I was a kid, I had come back to realize how much of a passion (and skill, some others may say) I have for writing.  So even though I hate being forced to read Jane Austen right now (over my Spring Break, and I am glad to have had the opportunity to do so before the class starts), I know the reasons why I'm in the advanced English classes.  The key to good writing is good reading, as Avi says.  

Goodness gracious, I wanna write something now!

Problem is, I really don't know what I want to write.  I'm a perfectionist (I use this term loosely, as nothing is ever perfect), so I probably won't put something out unless I'm truly and completely satisfied with it.  Not only that, but I would need to think about who may actually be interested in it.  If I do want some interest to be provoked, I think about how I might wanna do it.  If I wanna write something, I think it will require some thinking and meditation on my part.