Jon looked at the computer screen with apprehension. He didn't know where to begin. In that moment every single creative idea he had ever had throughout the course of his twenty-three years on Earth began to flow into his head at a jaw-dropping speed. Which was the most important? Which story was more deserving of being told? There really wasn't any way he could choose.
Jon decided to go to bed and sleep on it.
He'd waited this long to start writing. What was one more day?
Jon decided to go to bed and sleep on it.
He'd waited this long to start writing. What was one more day?