I keep imagining my life streaming past me in text-form.  I actually finished a writing project I started and I am calling myself a writer.  So many times I’ve sat down to write something and it just comes out stilted and choppy.  Nothing seemed fluid.  Its like that first fearful moment on the dancefloor when you have the beat and the flow of the music like its in your blood but you are afraid to move your body in time… It was like that with writing.  It just takes confidence I think.  Getting the nerve up, or faking it until it doesn’t matter anymore.  Now everything, every sense, every situation is translated into text in my mind.  I’m afraid to rest and lose the momentum.  What if this current of creativity leads to the shore?  What if it stops somewhere?  It would seem that a blog is the perfect place to exhibit writing.  But for now that isn’t the point.  You’ll excuse me if I’m a little absent for a while.  Not that there are that many of you who will miss me.  ;)