Today, I decided that I wanted to start writing.

Today, I decided that I wanted to start writing.  Not sure why, just felt this need to start putting words to paper (or in this case, pixels to a white background).  I guess writing is now a general term.  Before the invention of typewriters and computers, writing meant the scribbling of ink on paper (or parchment if you go even further back).  Those scribblings would form words, and the words would form sentences, as the number of sentences increased, they would form paragraphs, chapters and eventually a work.

I don’t know why, but I’ve always wanted to write a novel, but whenever I think about the 80,000 words or so that would be required for a piece to be considered as a novel, my brain starts to ache.  I don’t know if I’ll be able to creative enough to write 80,000 words that could form a cohesive volume called a novel.  Sure, I see no problem writing 80,000 words.  That’s easy.  It is having those words form a story consistent enough to be considered a novel that is the issue.  

I think my problem is that I tend to wander whenever I think.  Trying to form a story with enough content for a novel is a problem.  

Oooh, I know.  I could write short stories.  I think I’ll start out with that and see where it leads.