Writing

I have always wanted to document events in my life but I find that life gets in the way. I have been told that I am an elaborate storyteller but I have never taken the time to put pen to paper. Many would say this blog is the perfect opportunity to write. I have found that even with this weekly avenue the thoughts don't spring from my head to the page. I have numerous thoughts and ideas that could come to life through words but I can seem to open the vault and let them be free. I find that I can envision them and live them in my mind in vivid technicolor. Stories about my childhood, the adventures of my imaginary friends from when I was 4. I have so many great ideas and stories and descriptions of places and time periods that I could spew onto page, yet I lack the motivation or maybe I lack the freedom of creation to allow my words to be free. Maybe I am afraid that the brilliance I see in my mind's eye is not that bright in true light. I know no one will read this so I am free to just ramble on or stumble through fragmented and grammatically incorrect sentences. I can be free to express without worry until one day some decides to read this. We here goes. I hope you were entertained.