The start, not only to writing, but to living. For four years the prelude to the start ran uninterrupted; on course to lead into the real and true story, just as a river flows surely to the sea to quote Elvis. Yet I worry now that my worst fears may come true, that this isn’t the love song that Presley sang of. But thats how life is right? It’s never as smooth and direct as you wish it to be. I know thats a lesson thats told and taught time and time again but you don’t really get a true understanding of it until you actually start living it. Start, thats what this is all about. Time to start actually living.