Let me give you, for a brief second, a glimpse inside my mind.

Imagine a convoluted jumble of synapses firing in rapid succession, each one a route to an entirely different path of thinking. When you hear of a mind "going like 60", that's mine. Only it doesn't go in any one direction.

I'm the guy who always pissed you off in high school by writing his entire 10 page history paper in homeroom....and not only passing with it, but getting an "A".

I'm the guy who finished standardized tests ahead of everybody else and scored higher than most...even though I didn't take the time to work out the difficult problems.

And I'm the guy who can speak extemporaneously on virtually any topic with five minutes or so worth of preparation (the internet, I'll grant you, has made this IMMEASURABLY easier).

In community theater, I was always the last "off book" because I didn't bother to work on my lines outside of rehearsal, but I was also the one you could count on to NEVER forget my lines (it drove directors batty).

I'm not saying any of these things to brag, just to establish perspective.

The biggest problem I have is that I'm unable to organize all of these thoughts and ideas into a cohesive fashion. Although the discipline of blogging has helped me slowly to redirect my energies to my writing projects (2,600 words on one project, 5,000+ on another, a mere 1,000 word intro on still a third), I have a long way to go before I can produce a finished product worthy of publication.

I have often wondered if I would trade IQ points for the ability to organize thoughts, and I have to say, I really don't know.

On the one hand, I'd probably be able to earn a better living.

On the other hand, I don't think life would be quite as much fun.

So there you have it, a tradeoff of fun for income.

Since we're only here for a little while, though, I think I'll take the fun.

At least I'll have something to remember when I'm old and broke and pissing myself in a nursing home.