Seemed like a good idea at the time

When I was eleven years old, I knew what the title of my book would be - All Who Walk Forward. I had no idea what it would be about or when I was going to write it, but the idea for the title just popped into my head. I have remembered it ever since, and the thought has weighed on me as the years passed.

I love the idea of writing, but the discipline required to actually do it is another thing. I balk at the idea of someone telling me what to do and how to do it, even if the "someone" is me. It's a childish response.

The idea of a blog, however, seems doable. It can be a collection of fairly random topics without actual plotting! Sounds like fun!