I guess I had to start sometime, somewhere...

Began working on a novel today. I know, I know, everyone thinks he's a poet, a writer, or such. To be honest, I don't really care. I speak my own mind, and that's all that matters. Even if I'll never send it for publishing, at least I'd know I have Something truly mine. Spoken ideas can be easily stolen, modified, and misunderstood. Writing releases the soul from it's torment; it helps to start that spark of order into the Great Chaos (the human spirit). Or this is probably yet another one of my daily aberrations...

Hope I have the time to finish it. See ya in three years or such.
Bye.