… should be fun. One shouldn’t write a book if it means hard work (look­ing up some facts hardly counts as hard work here). I always wanted to write at least one book and have it on a best­seller list. Nice dream, you say? Well, I know I’m good at writ­ing if I set my mind to it. Don’t let my not so per­fect com­mand of the Eng­lish lan­guage fool you into believ­ing that I’m bad with words. I have been good at writ­ing in my native lan­guage in the past and I won’t do bad in the future. That’s a fact.

I should start right now because I’ve planned to start writ­ing before I turn 26. There’s only one prob­lem: I don’t know what to write about. Sounds crazy, eh? You see, I got shit­loads of ideas in my head and I sim­ply can’t pick one. Of course, I don’t have every­thing planned in advance but I have already a very rough out­line for every story I want to bring to paper. Right now, in this very moment, I’m try­ing to set­tle for the plot I’d like to explore the most, thanks to my multi-tasking capabilities.

Inter­est­ingly enough, Evil Spock rec­om­mended the TV show Heroes not too long ago and since I’ve fin­ished it my mind is filled with new ideas. In fact, I feel like Peter Petrelli – like not being able to con­tain all my thoughts. I try and I try, but they des­per­ately wanna get outta my head, with explod­ing force. To accom­mo­date my writ­ing skills and my future pub­lish­ers, I will have to invent the Brain­link, enabling me to com­mu­ni­cate with my com­puter wire­lessly by thought only …