I am constantly writing in my head. When there is any time that I am alone (i.e. in the car without Cabster, walking into work (the parking lot is a good distance away from my building), or falling asleep) I am writing in my head. I have a million ideas for a novel, I have to write my essay of intent for grad school, I love updating via facebook/twitter, and now I am blogging and am constantly thinking up posts or comments on other people’s posts. Something will happen, anything, and I go, “Ooo. There’s a post. Or a status update. Well, if I blog about this I will have to expand. Maybe a status update is enough. How will I phrase it?...” My stream of consciousness is me trying recap what is happening right then and there in a witty and entertaining way. It’s crazy. And sometimes annoying. Especially when I am finally able to sit down to write and I forget what I wanted to say. Hate that. I have heard that poets are not able to view the world around them without constantly trying to put poetry to it. Maybe it’s the same for all writers. Or maybe I am self-indulgent. Or nuts. Or both.