The Never-Ending Ramblings...

Will I Ever?

Everyone says you need an outline. A loose string of parameters mapping out a route, with a destination in mind. An idea. An inkling. But every time I jot down my premise, decide on a direction – east or west, choose a vehicle; a bens, Nissan, Taurus or SUV or maybe even a private Lear jet or Amtrak or greyhound.. I choose my companions, I start to trip. Over all those destructive thoughts I can’t seem to completely toss out of my head. Does everyone struggle to a debilitating length? Or, is it just a few unlucky souls who know what they want, but just can’t shatter the glass to get it.