I started my book.
Not a real beginning or ending, but a random start, that may just end up somewhere in the middle.
Writing must be a journey for the insane.
I got nothing but random thoughts. No streams of consciousness in grammatical correctness. Nope.
My outline looks as scarce as this blog. Yup.
But, I have one. That is a start.
At the end it will be a series of short vignettes all tied together with a thread of humour, as I tell the stories of my life.
But for now the book is held together by nothing more than a dream and has plenty of space for growth.