First shot at it

You know those merry-go-rounds at the park? You know, those wooden circles, the ones with the metal bars that kids hang or sit on while parents hold their breath because inevitably some 3 year old decides to walk off while its spinning at full tilt and gets smacked across the back of the head by a metal bar (or 2).  Well, I've discovered that writing is an awful lot like those merry-go-rounds.  If you don't get on before the spinning starts you watch it spin around and around and every time you think, okay jump now, get on it now, but if you hesitate for just a little too long you then have wait for that perfect moment all over again.  I get all these ideas in my head (typically at about 1 a.m.) and I think "oh, I should write that down, I'm a freaking genius" but then I get up and (if I'm not thinking, wow I'm an idiot in the middle of the night)  I think, Where do i start?  There never seems to be the perfect spot to start at, I can't seem to just "jump" right into it and I hesitate, the ideas disappear and I have to wait for the right time again.  And ending what I have to say has the same problems...am I just going to wait till its come to a complete stop by itself? you know when you're barely moving and all the other kids have gotten off and left you by yourself...do you just keep rambling nonsense until everyone gets bored and leaves and eventually you just quit? Kind of like a song, where the artist can't quite figure out where to end it so they just keep repeating the same line and turn down the volume. Or do you put your foot down and risk getting smacked by one of the slow moving bars and stop cold.  I wish I could just stop cold but I've always been such a chicken....always been such a chicken....always been such a chicken.....always been such a chicken....always been such a chicken.....