Straight Edge Life

So I was thinking about writing a book. I have all these funny ideas for stories. Too many ideas really. I’d love to expand on one or two and help justify an indulgence in the pleasure of writing. Because writing is a lot of fun. Unexpectedly fun. It’s a different thing when you do it for yourself. I used to hate writing. Hate it. I doubt I have the patience or follow-through to write anything very long… But maybe I could write it in chapters. Er, rather, one chapter at a time. I don’t know. Why not right? Would you all read it? What if it were about a charming and charismatic programmer / photographer on the run from the FBI for a crime he didn’t commit? Riiight. Seriously though, maybe I’ll start on it.