You think writing a short story is easy? Let me give you an example of what us short story writer type people hafta go through alla time. Lemme see now........how to begin this thing. "It was a dark and stormy night." That sounds like a good beginning. What do I write next? Hmmm! Uh........."The rain was hammering against the window and scary noises was a coming from everywhere and uh........" Sheesh! I ain't really into storms and hammering rain and all like that tonight. What else can I write about? Maybe I can write about something funny. 'At's it........I'll write a funny story.

.....Sigh......fifteen minutes, I've been sitting here at the keyboard waiting for something funny to come to mind and nary a glimmer of anything remotely funny tickles the tendrils of this swamp I call a brain. Maybe I should write something sad.

Hmmm.......... sad....."Little Johnny sat looking at the remains of his brand new fire truck. Six months of saving to buy a toy fire truck and what happens? He builds a fire on the kitchen floor, fills the fire truck with water and tries to put out the fire. Does the tiny fire hose work? Of course not. Poor Johnny barely escapes as the house burns down. As if that weren't enough, his parents don't seem to care that his fire truck is burned to a crisp. Life just isn't fair, Johnny decides as he tries to figure out what went wrong. "Sheesh! This story writing ain't as easy as it looks. Maybe I'll try a little romance type story.

"Hi, honey, I'm home" yelled Burt as he threw open the front door early one afternoon. The first one to run past him was the mailman. "'Scuse me, I'm running a little late" said the mailman as he moved cautiously along the wall, then made a mad dash for the open door. The telephone repair man was next as he threw his tool belt out the front window and threw himself through the window as well. While Burt was looking out the window at the fleeing repairman, the landlord took the opportunity to leap through the unguarded front door. Burt had no time to gather his wits before his wife decended on him. "Didn't I tell you my PTA meeting was today" she screamed at him. "Now you've gone and spoiled the meeting. " Burt looked around the living room and ventured a timid reply. "This was a PTA meeting?" Sigh..........looks like I ain't in the mood for romance type writing neither.

What else is left? Maybe I could write a soliloquiy. Uh oh! That doesn't look right. Where's my dictionary? How the hell do you spell soliquoey? $#@#$$%&)$@ I can't find the dictionary. So much for writing about stuff I can't even spell.

I know.................I could write an opus. I know how to spell opus. Only trouble is..........I ain't rightly sure just what an opus is. Maybe I'll just watch a little TV and go to sleep. I can try this again tomorrow. Maybe I'll feel sad, funny, horror stricken or romantic when I wake up in the morning. I sure hope so. I'm determined to be a story writer type person.