Stuck In My Head

I read so much stuff. I really appreciate clever things people say. I think sometimes I'm geniously clever in my head. I want so much to write it down and make something out of it. When I do manage to put something on paper it becomes something a lot like trying to make a human out of Playdoh. It loses almost everything in translation. It's always such a train wreck. Nevertheless, I continue to make an effort.