It feels like the start of something.
I’m about to start writing. About what I do not know. This new pencil, sharpened for the first time, shall be my tool. Perhaps it will become a weapon with which I will slay my inner demons, vanquish an evil tyrant or topple an empire.
Maybe I’ll just end up writing flowery poems about mountains.
To begin with, it WILL (mostly) be shit. But that’s ok. I’ll learn.