Too much aware

Things get in the way. I live such an active internal life - why is it so hard to put my ideas on 'paper' as it were? What stops me from writing, when I talk to myself so much? Even though I have ensured privacy by not telling anyone of this site, why am I so challenged when it comes to writing? I can only conclude that I am not, in spite of a lifetime of telling myself so, a writer. My understanding is that writers share one compulsion, and that is to write. Yet I can go for days with my inner dialogues churning in my head, editing my thoughts, and creating metaphors for my life that in the instant resonate with recognition, and yet not record them.

I need to put aside the excuse that 'things get in the way'.....