No matter what the day gives you, there's always something to write. Sometimes silly (better = frivolous), sometimes poetic, most times plain narration. Most desirous are ideas that mean something so when I look back I reconnect and build from it. The key to substance within the words is drive. Fire in the belly. Ambition. So what's lacking in the point of this is, lazy begats crap. No one is lazier than the keyboard-button-pusher here. Stream of consciousness - I use that crutch to imply "I know this needs editing and a coupla more re-edits but you're getting just what comes out in it's original form." This is the equivalent of running a 17 second hundred yard dash and thinking to yourself -'self? - if you trained a little harder you could get that time down to 10 seconds.' I love good writing - Aaron Sorkin/Charlie Kaufman quality writing. But I'm not even in Salieri's Dllemma, just another word lover trapped inside a slacker's frame. If I meant what I said, I'd do something more about it rather than restate the obvious. I am profuse because I love. Maybe when I get back, I'll knock a few out. Maybe.