"I am the wisest man alive, for I know one thing, and that is that I know nothing." ~Socrates

I want to write.
I want to write a story.
I want to write a story that people will read.
I want to write a story that people will read and love.
I want to write a story that people will read and love and that will touch somebody.
My problem is I have so much to say and can never get it out.
My heart is full of emotions and my head is full of ideas, but nothing quite sticks in either to finish anything.
I think today, my last day at home before I have to return to the office, I will attempt to create a plot line.
Maybe something in a small town.
Maybe something in a small town in Wyoming.
No love stories. I hate love stories.
No science fiction. I'm not weird enough for sci fi.
Just a story that tells how it is.
That is what I do, after all, is tell it as it is...or, at least, how it is in my way of thinking.
Maybe a horror? I do love horror.
I don't know that I'm scary, though.
Hmmmm....
I'm crazy. Surely a person as insane as myself can write a good story.
It would most likely be a sad story. I love sad stories. I love sad stories that make me cry silently from beginning to end.
I suppose I should finish reading about utilitarianism first, as I promised my sister to help with her philosophy.
Then, when I'm done, I will attempt a story. Once it starts it should just flow out, right? I mean, look at me now, I just keep talking and talking and talking...
Yes, I will make my first attempt today. I'm sure it won't be too difficult, I just need to reign in my thoughts. I'm sure that won't be any trouble at all. Crazy people can focus for brief periods of time.