Seven Million Golden Fish

I’m obsessed with stories. I have stories coming out of my ears. Or, to be more painfully precise, I have snippets of stories coming out of my ears. It’s like my brain is stuck, permanently channel-surfing. I catch the middle of every story – rarely knowing for certain how any one storyline begins or how any of the others end. It’s frustrating.

At some point, I’m gonna have to rope these wayward stories and make ‘em toe the line. Truthfully though, I suspect that I’m the one who needs roping in.

Discipline. I has none.