The scores tell the beginning of the story, but not the end.
First story – a comedy with a paint roller at a rooftop bar.
Pretty good, they said.
Second story -a ghost story with a teddy bear at a wine bar.
Not so good, they said.
My ambition to write snuffed? I think not.
I like my words, my sentences, my paragraphs; that is all that matters.
The end is not yet in sight. There is much more to write.