Five in the morning can't sleep, laid in my bed sweating underneath the blanket but freezing above. As I sit pondering my life at 21 I realize I haven't made any definite decisions with what I will do with my life; perhaps I'll write or fly or teach but I know not which. So this is hopefully the beginning of my first, if not only novel, and it will be the adventures of myself in each and every scenario for which I dream up. In this revelation/epiphany I use Stumbleupon to find creative writing resources and I am taken to oneword.com where I am given the word Keychain and told to write for 60 seconds so I do and here is what came of it;
"The keychain fell upon the ground and as keith bent down to retrieve it he saw the reflection of the ceiling in the metallic name plate given to him by his daughter,..." Sophia his daughter back in the States home with her mother asleep by now, I dream of the day in which I can bring her with me and show to her my passion for the skies, but tonight I spend the night in Russia, in a dumpy old Russian Motel called "" as I lie here with the lights turned out I can see the bright lit shadows of St. Basil's Cathedral the bulbous towers illuminating the sky alongside the fifty ft tower of Russia....


(Myself:I'm gonna hit the hay. G'night.)