the extreme narcissist

I intend to write a book. I kid you not, and before you tell me how absurd my idea is, believe me, I know that what I intend to do is verging on impossible. But that hasn't stopped me before, dammit. What will my book be about ? I don't know. How will I publish it ? I don't know. Do I know the odds of my book even surviving the onslaught of the gruelling real world, filled with established authors, and up and comers with much better command of the english language than mine are slim ? Yes. Why do I keep asking myself questions ? Why do I keep using the same lines ? Everything seems a blur to me, and I honestly think this is my true calling. What I know for certain, is that I am commencing work on it now, and I intend to do the best I can. If nothing else interest me, then this is what I shall do. Sherlock olmes once said, If you eliminate all the suspects, whatever is left must be the answer. Logic my friend is your best friend. Put in on when you wake up, and take it off when you go to sleep, for only when you dream, only then, is when logic should be absent.