My head has been filled up with a novel idea. Well maybe it's hardly a novel one.

My online class, American Short Stories, began yesterday. So before that, I decided to clean up all the unnecessary files in my laptop.

Then, I found a file named "writing." The name didn't ring my bell; I just didn't remember what it was about.

So I opened it, and there I saw three paragraphs of writing I now remember typing when I was living in the dorm last summer.

There are only three paragraphs with all the grammatical errors I can think of. It's not quite a good draft.

But since the moment I found it, I've been feeling like that I should start something new.

Not that I think it's novel, but even the draft with three paragraphs makes me want to write more; I want to see how this novel ends.

I just figure that it's been a long time, but the time has long come.

I want to write a novel.

Even if I end up writing a sucky novel, it's fine because I know that everything in the novel is from me. Everything is in me.

I have six months left to leave for college again. Through those six months, I'll at least try to finish something I started.

novel：新奇な; 斬新な hardly：全然…でない Even if：たとえ～でも