"You gotta help us Doc, we've tried nothin and we're all outta ideas..."

I have been linked to, so I suppose I must post something now. Nothing like a little pressure to get things going. So here we are. Or here we go. Or something. Yes!

I've decided to write a book. Or to make an attempt at it, anyway. I have a very basic outline done, though I am still unsure as to what direction I am going to take it in. I guess I am just trying to make sense of things by getting it all down on paper, and hopefully having a basic structure will help. Fingers crossed, anyway.

I just feel as if I'm at a crossroads. I've felt this way for a while now, and because I don't want to tear a live chicken apart at midnight, I've done nothing about it. Like Alice tumbling down the rabbit hole, there is no time, no matter, no nothing to make any sense of anything. I'm just falling. Waiting for that sick thud when I hit the bottom - that smoosh that signifies the end is finally here. So very familiar.

The thing is, I don't want the smoosh this time. Why does it always have to end that way? What is it going to take for me to just put my hands out and stop myself from falling? I have tried so hard to find that resolve within myself, looked so long for it, and nothing. Nada. I'm afraid it's not there...