Over the past forty-six years. my head has been awash with ideas and scraps of paper have been awash with my scribblings. 

During this time, I have lived both conventionally and with abandon. I have lived a life of extremes.

I have resisted the urge to write at times, reasoning that one more experience or revelation will put me in better stead when the time came to mould my ideas into a readable format. I have also been too scared to write at times, worried that my work won't even scale the heights of mediocrity.

Now is the time to try and mould something out of these scraps......