Writing. It's easy. Oh, so easy.

A novel. If I ever wrote one, it’d be done in a week. I’d go more or less non-stop. Take a few hours out for sleep.  I’d let it flow. Naturally. Easily. Not make hard work of it. I’ll do it. Maybe. In a lingering flash of inspiration. Oh, I’d take time to fine tune everything.  The crux, however. That would be done. In a week. Maybe less. The novel would satisfy me. Maybe not many others. Because it’ll be an unorthodox piece of writing. Different. Perhaps a monologue. In mostly short sentences. Mixed with occasional longer ones. For contrast. Slowly. Surely. I’ve been teaching myself to write. It’s easy. Oh, so easy. –Jim Broede