So I guess one could call this the beginning of something. Something. But now the question just is, what shall the something be? Something expected? Something new? Something timeless, or maybe even endless. Goodness knows, what could this be?

I”m a writer, or at least, that is what I hope the something will be for me. Something I shall be. Hopefully. A hopeful something. In a sense I’m working on it. I write my own stories, for fun, on fanfiction.net. I am trying to write a book of my own, but this other idea that I have keeps attacking and attacking. I need something to clear my mind, to get it all out. Someplace where I can write where no one is judging and no one cares about plot or character development. So I can yell at myself for not sitting down and writing what’s important. So I can start again. Start that something again.

So this is the beginning. The beginning of something. Hopefully.