I simply have too much to say. I really do care about what's going on in the world, and I want to be part of the solutions. I try to be part of local solutions, but the thing I most want to do -- fix the world with my writing -- is a lot harder to do. The whole publishing thing is tough enough, getting my completed words to places where people will read them; I'd really like to get paid for writing, but for now, in these nascent stages, I'm happy when I get the chance to be read for free. Just to be read: for me, that's the goal right now. In time, if I keep pushing forward, I'll get paid gigs. Maybe I'll even become a Professional Writer.

That's the dream, of course. But beyond the problem of making that dream come true, I have a more immediate problem: Too much to say. I pay attention to what's going on in the world, and I see all the things going wrong. I see the suffering and stupidity and ugliness, and I have to say something, anything. I have things worth saying, worth writing and being read, but when the time comes and I sit down and I try to write -- I have too much to say. Where to begin? What do i say now? Right now, in this time & space, with these emotions and perspectives and the condition of the world and, to be honest, I don't even beleive anyone is going to read this, god I hope someone does, but that's not necessarily the point. The point is, in part, to just write the words, to take myself through that action, letting the thoughts turn into sentences and a completed piece that I then post to a blog or submit somewhere, go through those motions and let the results be what they will.

Too much to say. Sometimes it's just an excuse, and sometimes it's the world coming at me like a runaway truck. Here I sit, bunny in the road frozen by those headlights in my eyes. Don't duck. Write. Anything. Now.

There's too much to say, but I can at least start.