The last of a dying breed.
I like beginnings a lot. The beginning of a story, a song, an event. It’s corny but the rest can go anywhere. Uphill, downhill, side to side. There is so much to look forward to and it’s all so very, very promising.
I need to start writing again. I should write here more often. I promise to try harder this time. To work harder. To write better.
On second thought, no promises this time.
Here we go.