Catching Fireflies.

I promised myself that I'd keep this as short as possible, in reality I was going to write about something interesting that happened to me the other night but then I forgot what exactly I was going to write. Then out of no where, an analogy dawned on me; writing is like catching fireflies with your bare hands. Sometimes you catch the story, put it in a jar and become enamored with the light that your stories radiate and at other times you try to hard and squash whatever life was in the story into oblivion by over or under writing. It's tough to get it right all the time, so instead of focusing on what went wrong, I like to step back and check out just how many of these fireflies I have buzzing around in my jar..

So why write about this?

I pretty sure that I've heard or read this type of analogy before but fuck it... There weren't any fireflies around for me to catch today other than this one.