Nano Shakespeare.

I always wanted to be a writer. I wanted a theme. I wanted to be a micro ,well, nano Shakespeare. Jealousy, love, brothers, kingdom, adultery, lost kids ,..some recipe with any combination of such ingredients.

My feeble attempts failed so miserably, I wouldn't dare to show them to best of my friends, lest they change their judgment about me instantly.

With age and experiences, appetite for drama decreased. Though immaturity and drama were substantial in my life, I no longer believe in drama. That cripples already non existing writing ability to a large extent.

And more exposure to world, i.e.. to more books and things like blogs show us our place in world.:(

Does all this mean I should start constructing a grave for my writing ambitions? Probably not.

When I can't imagine, I can plagiarize. I am making lot of friends, so that they will serve as characters in my magnum opus. One more reason for otherwise "weak concept" of friendship.:)