I've spent a fair amount of time, the last few years, running away from myself. I ran from my passion and the thing that really made my life worth while. I hid away in food, in bed, in dreams, in plain sight, pretending that I wanted something else but I know...I've always known that this is what I want. This is who I am, it's who I'll always be. Whither I written my own fiction stories or I write for a newspaper, this is who I am. I am so...so tired of running.