i want to write

i want to write, endlessly.

i've been composing and arranging words in my mind incessantly. everywhere i go, anywhere i look, at anytime of day i find something that inspires me to throw a bunch of words and mix them to portray an idea, a story, lyrics to an unknown song, an opinion, a work of fiction, notes of lessons learned, or maybe even a tear-drenched diary entry spiced up with envy.

i want to write.

i want to fill all my blogs with megabytes of letters, and i'd really appreciate it if people would come, read and maybe even (hopefully) follow them.

i want to have a big thick diary with a big bad lock  for me to dump all those thoughts and feelings i just cant express to other humans.

i want to write a short story that's decently enjoyable and maybe get them published somewhere. (a credible media i hope)

i want to write a novel that is not a mere reflection of my character and life story with highly imaginative twists that are not one of those twists my foolish mind keep injecting into my daydreams.

i want to compose a non-fiction self-help book. simply so that i don't have to carry all the other self-help books around.

i want to write a column in a newspaper.. but i know it's still a loooooooooong way to go.

i want to write reviews, and reports, and copies for ads.. oh my dream job as a copywriter would require me that.

and i want to write this and that and this and that....

i gotta stop wanting, quit dreaming. and start writing.