The first post

   How grand! Little nothings have been officially launched. *snips imagined ribbon* I would love to make this post wonderful or witty or in some way inspiring. But it's twelve in the morning. Before you get too excited, although at the moment I suppose I'm talking to myself. I still have to revise the few pages, add more, and other trivial things like that. But I do feel as if I should do something to commemorate this moment, as small as it is. So a word about. . .books? Since it's only thing to come to mind.

     Books are portals to worlds. They are roads to discovery. Good books can grow the imagination and the sense of reality at the same time. I should probably clarify that I speak mostly of fiction books. Suspense is probably my favorite element of books. And characters. Characters with layers are the best. Layers like. . . a jaw-breaker. Oh, yes, that was so poetic. The sun stole my creativity away to the other side of the earth. Now I must quest through the night to retrieve it. Dreams are unfortunately not as great as books, but it will have to do for now.

     Good night, or should I say good morning? I know it wasn't anything too interesting. But maybe tomorrow will be better. Forgive me. It is tomorrow. Uh, yes, it's tomorrow, today. That makes perfect sense. *sighs* I had attempted to make this post notable for being- I don't know- good in some way, but it seems to be notably pathetic.

     Well, before it becomes even more pathetic: Good morning. I'll be awake when the owls are asleep.