He didn't know where he should start, so he picked a point and proceeded.

He sat in the house on the couch in the room that was quiet except for two animals.

He pressed on the keys of the thing on his lap to make a story out of words.

He thought of a reason for the story that he wrote about himself.

He knew that nothing that he wrote would have meaning outside itself.

But he hoped that he'd learn to make patterns that could change the world outside.

The purpose of this story was to communicate that I really need Input on how to write, and I'm worth investing time in. Was this story successful? Comment below.