I love reading anything from my favorite writers and inspirations - their books, articles, interviews; I just soak it up and relish this brilliant feeling that I'm taking something to heart. I feel I'm learning something that'll alter the way I interpret the world around me and how I interact with others. Inevitably, after such readings, my initial instinct urges me to share an interpretation of what I've learned or concluded as a result to the outside world, to my own circle of people.

Enter the keyboard, and, implicitly, the chasm between.

I look down at my fingers pressing expectantly against the keys, lightly moving over them, or gently tapping on them in anticipation for what my thoughts will drive them to type. Meanwhile, my mind is going nuts - it's hardly my minds proverbial journalists that have a problem, they can prattle off commentary and my thoughts on life ad nauseum.

It's my mind's editor - the cautious, polite, slightly self-deprecating part of me that makes my mind constantly rewrite what it'll say. Looking at every angle of how it'll be interpreted, how I'll be interpreted, until by the end of it all I'm so tired from thinking about it that I figure it wouldn't be worth writing anyway. I've wasted 5 minutes at a time staring at my Facebook status update, thinking of the multitude of different things I could honestly write, shooting them all down, and then proceed elsewhere without having changed anything.

My fingers are right on top of the keys; though with the editor in place I may as well be trying to type in a bowl of pudding.

For their ability to write, write well, and write often do I revere my literary heroes. Somehow, they put aside how they feel they may be perceived and just write - because the message they have is more important than them. The idea that burns in their minds and hearts refuses to be held back by a misguided notion of shyness, & the result bursts forth into pages upon pages of expression.

To believe in oneself and one's ideas to a point of audible, visible, tangible expression - herein begets beauty, begets the soul, and I find myself at the end of this entry with renewed resolution to achieve it.