My imagination runs away with me...

Some days I feel like I am never far from daydreaming the hours away. Life hands me a bucket of thoughts and lets me sift through them all.

Imagination

Imagination is a wild beast. Our childhood is ruled by wild creatures that come marching out of the thicket of imagination's jungle. Wild lumbering beasts that sometimes take the reigns of reality right out of my hands and set me adrift on the sea of dreams.

It starts with a story

I always enjoy a good story. I especially enjoy when writers have a way with words. Telling a story is a challenge. How can I paint a picture only using little squiggles and the mind? How do I compile a program with fifty thousand variables that comes out the same way on 7 billion different compilers?

These are the sorts of thoughts that course through my mind every time I pick up a book. They also happen every time I am confronted with an empty paper or blank document. My mind goes to work trying to assemble a story. Sometimes fiction. Sometime recounting history. I have a fantasy multi-verse playing in multiplex in my head. Goblins and ogres battle Paladins while star battle cruisers dance in the silence of space exchanging brilliant bursts of plasma and photons in a silent void.

What I am meagerly attempting to expound is I have a story to tell. How ever outlandish it may be I want to tell it.