A Real First

I don't even instant message and i've started a blog. I must be bored or something. I should really be asleep right now. My midnight romp through cyberspace is going to make for a helluva day tomorrow. Oh well. What's this about?I really don't know. I have this fasination with language. I love stories. I am fasinated by people who can tell good ones. It feels like magic. The way a person can weave words into a lasoo and pull you into another place, time, idea, dimension. I would love to be able to be able to do this. I would love to find the clarity that sees a beginning, middle and an end with all these wonderful tangles and twist along the way. Having your thoughts take shape and form reason that can be shared with anyone. I write all the time, but it is all technical and needs based. Basically white noise. I would love to be able to hypnotize with words. I don't know if I could write a "story" if my life depended on it. But I love them. I can get caught up in anything that even smacks of a story. It will grab my attention, almost give me whiplash. There is nothing better than falling into a world of fantasy. Or is there.?I bet creating that world would be even better. God, I wish I could look into the mind of someone who can really write and see how they pull it all together. Words, symbols, curves, lines, nonsense, until... an artist, an author shapes it all. Well so much for my stick drawings. Hey, you gotta start somewhere.