Balancing Intrigue and Fatigue

it's a delicate line one walks at this hour (not quite midnight) after being up since...4? 3? I really don't remember. I know there was a garbage truck in the neighborhood and i think there was some seriously positive psychic energy swirling, too. Some of my stream of consciousness may seem disjointed. That's ok today--because there is a stream. You see, many things in life, writing included, are a PROCESS and the important thing here today is that there is movement on this continuum. I have gone from inaction to conscious, somewhat regular action. Consider that a step toward clarified vision, coherent content, and perhaps one day a unified, complete, marketable entity...I have no plans to turn THIS into a book but make no mistake, i've been planning to write a book or two since the 6th grade. This isn't the first time i have voiced it, but here i go again making public declarations for which i must hold myself accountable. Can you sense the determination welling up inside me? I will conquer the next challenge. You, dear reader, after surviving these "stream of consciousness" experiments just might get to help me celebrate future (but forthcoming!) successes. (you'll be able to tell all your friends, you knew me way back when; you told them so...)