I wake up every morning filled to the brim with ideas for novels and stories and characters and and and... Is this the life of a writer? To be swamped and flooded with extrapolations to the nth degree? Every image or memory or word heard in a new way conjures up even more more more! Until I want to go crazy with the pain of having to stop writing in order to go to work, to teach English at the cram school 12kms from my beloved computer and the keyboard's keys I caress into action every morning and some nights... I have so much to say and I hope I live long enough to say it all!