The Book

The ideas keep coming fast and furious like a racing train. I can barely keep up and there is so much going on around me.There is no time to sit and write papers, everywhere scribbled with ideas as they are hurled out my brain like projectile vomit. This must be it, the book I am to write even if it sits, bound in staples and dust on a shelf in my bedroom. I will have accomplished one of those dreams, those desires that lay asleep in your heart weaving cobwebs in and out until it is still...