Like everybody in the world, I am trying to write a book. Its is also sadly, one of many failed attempts. So, what will make this attempt any different. AM I suddenly infused with a sense of purpose and a clear idea. Not really, the only difference is I am not telling anyone what it is about. Every time I try to talk about any aspect of it, it starts to feel silly in my head and my mind trials to curtail any attempt to let it out. Of course, I am now telling this to the internet, so ya, this was a wise decision. Its not any specifics but just saying I am trying to write a book may be enough for me to quit. Ah hell with it. Internet, suck away from energies! Or not, your weird like that.