I’ve created a monster. After years of not writing, I followed a gentle hunch that it might be the time and now it’s like I unstopped Niagara. Watch out and keep your lifeboats handy. I wouldn’t want any of you to drown in the floodgates of my years of pent up words. I NEED to write. I crave it. Just like some people need to breathe, I guess. I mean, breathing is nice, but writing is vital. It’s kind of like how I feel about dancing. I need dancing like I need air too. Could it just be that I have an incredibly creative spirit that I’ve tried to tether for too long? You know, you can only keep air in a balloon so long before it escapes. My mind is always going, always gathering, collecting and creating. There’s a lot going on in there. If I don’t dance or write or create somehow, there’s literally nowhere for that thundering current to go and then sadly, I forget. The ideas dry up. And I start living as only a shell of myself, robotically going through the motions of a...