Feeling all mushy and inspired this afternoon. I just finished watching 'Shakespeare in Love.' Which always leaves me feeling like I could write a novel. How I wish it were so easy to get these words in my head out onto the page/computer. These daydreams swish by back and forth like the ebbing tide. Building higher and higher and then receding to the back of my memory where sometimes they are forgotten.

And the ones that do reach the written page, well they lie hidden from the world. Afraid of what others might really think if I was to share those unfinished thoughts and stories.

Where is my courage.