Still Looking

Hello world. Isnt that how all blogs, both good and bad, are supposed to begin? Welcome to the inner workings of what constitutes my brain. Buckle up. I sit here, like the proverbial kid on Christmas morning, or maybe on Christmas eve, brimming with excitement as I think of all the myriad of possibilities that my very own blog can and will provide. Kind of like my very own shiny red fire engine. You see, Im an aspiring author trapped inside of a procrastinator's body. Im an aspiring author who is waiting for the good novel princess to come down and tap me on the shoulder and utter..."write".....and have it all just....materialize?! So, with the finest album of my lifetime as my backdrop, as well as the soundtrack of my life, I march onward. I'm not entirely sure of what I'm looking for, only that there is definitely something at the end of the journey. I vow to myself and any other potential readers to go light on the U2 overtones! I love the band but, am kind of looking to forge my own identity and it's probably best to steer clear of too much lyrical quoting and such. But, in ulitmate homage, the title of my blog spells out all that I hold dear. The greatest song of all songs starts out with The Edge and his haunting guitar licks, as if from a far off land and the orgy of sound builds with each beat. By the time Bono is belting out the words, I am full of goosebumps and shivering with child like delight. But, what is it about the words, about the emotion. Where the streets have no name is a place of magic. Its a place where you go to get lost from it all, escape if only for a moment. Its where you are with brothers, each rising and falling with gusto, with deep bravado and no one caring from whence each has come from, or why you're there. Its' the past melded with the future, and very much mired in the here and now. I chose my title, however hokey and some might suggest even however token....because its' who I have found myself to be. So many times in my life, I've sought a title, a certain name. I've wanted to fit in with this group or with that one. I've sought acceptance from this person, or from that group of people. Damn the names, damn the titles. I want to write. I want to channel the passion that I have for it onto the page. It burns inside me all hours of the day, deep into the night, begging to be set forth. I've tried countless times to unleash the rage, or what I hoped to be rage, only to be underwhelmed with the direction and another idea cast aside. A classic case of trying to write the award winning title, the glitzy name without the substance. Well, today starts a new chapter. These streets will have no names. I make no promises, no hard and fast vows. No rules.