Part of me

wants to write until my fingers are weary but it seems that a more powerful part wants to pretend that writing isn't something that I can be successful at doing. So I think of things to say but when it comes time to put them down in readable form I sort of let them slide right off the tabletop of my mind. I find a good book or watch tv or go for a ride, or lately I just go to bed instead of sitting up for hours working on this writing thing until it grows a shape, takes on a meaning, a life of its own.