Writing

So I wonder if this urge I have to write is a way for me to avoid reality. I need to find a job, a real job and yet I just seem to get more and more obsessed with writing something. I don't seem to have a problem writing poetry, I can whip out a poem in about five minutes, but try to write some fiction and the blank page just stares at me. It's almost as if it's taunting me, daring me to even try. I think I could write essays or magazine articles, but there's something about writing dialogue that has me stumped. It's funny because I read constantly you would think it would just come naturally, but I can't even seem to get a conversation out. I read the blogs of other writers, fellow blogging writers and I get a little jealous of their progress. One just celebrated the finishing of their novel and I was like wow, I want to write a novel when I should be like that's so great, I'm so happy for you. Oh well, just some thoughts I've been wrestling with, I will write something eventually.