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.