As I look over the five pages plus of what I've entitled "things I like and/or interest me" each topic tugs at something in me and I find myself absolutely stuck.  It's like a box of chocolates.  Which one do I eat first?  It's like going shoe shopping.  Which ones do I want?  All, of course, in both cases.  Not entirely a reasonable option, sadly, so I end up choosing (although in the case of chocolates, likely more than one) which one speaks to me.  Side note here, I've had men ask me how I know which shoes/clothes/pieces of jewelry to buy and I've always responded "I know because the one I need to buy speaks to me."  One guy responded,

"So, you're saying if there's nothing talking to you in a shoe store you won't buy anything?"

I had to gently correct him and say when shoes actually talk to me I should probably be looking for medication prescribed by a psychiatrist, but when shoes speak to me, then, yes.  I do buy them.  But, I digress.......

This is entirely a new phenomenon for me:  I have so much I want to write about I don't know where to start.  New, indeed.

I have been thinking about how I would write these new posts.  I've decided some will be stories, where others will be topics I want to know more about (and thus will research) and more still, thoughts on subjects.  I don't particularly want to place symbolism in what I start with because that feels like taking analysis a bit too far.  I will pick one, spin-the-globe-and-pick style.  I will print out these sheets and lay them out in front of me and see where my finger lands.

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The story of mice and rats, it is.

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It begins!  I'm writing!