I can't write stories.

Drew asked me to write a story so he could read it; he likes my writing.

Uhhh, I can't write stories. Like fictional stories, Drew? Cuz I really only write about my life. I write about my experiences, my conversations, you know, my life.

Actually, he didn't really ask me to write a story. It went more like

"babe, I think you should write."
- what do you mean write?
"I think you should write a story, honestly."
- what? like... a story?
"Yeah."
- wait. what?
"I want you to write a story so I could read it. Like, 30 pages or something."
- Ok, but I don't write stories.

So now, Drew is breathing over my shoulder as I write this and reminding me that I really should write a book. Reminding me that not everyone is going to find my life appealing. How nice. But this, I already know. Not everyone is going to want to read about my life. I get it. Trust me.

But how do I write a story? How do I make up a story line and move on with it?

Drew questioned my imagination. Thing is, I have one of the most wildest imaginations, but no one will ever know because I don't talk about what goes on in my head. It's sort of my way of preserving my youth, maybe... my Peter Pan-like dreams if you will. I mean, it's not my imagination that I'm concerned with. I just don't know how to choose something to write about.

So maybe I'll just fictionally jazz up my life and change the names of people. That's a fiction path, yeah?