Writing and roaming

This is my second, third or probably tenth attempt to write something down.A novella, a short or maybe something lengthy and super dull but in the end I was not able to write anything more than few pages on various subjects due to my reckless nature of lifestyle.

The reason why I never succeeded in writing until the end before?Yes, I know how to right(I guess)I had enough ideas to right(I believe)

But,the mediocrity of life has groped me from my heart and gosh!it just became little easy to get my thoughts and ideas pumping on again and I wish this fuels of ideas fly my fingers like a supersonic to getting things written on this blank, bright on-line pages. 

The other reason was I always wanted to write as I wish and when I wish but now I am just going to write any time without piling up the storm of ideas in my little skull letting it roam like a vagabond.

So, few days ago I finally started to write and published my first writing that may be considered as a short story...may not be creative, though!

Writing seems to be a tough task for a person with such frustrated mind as mine. Grammar needs to be checked, constant new ideas and, above all, interesting storytelling technique and a style that grips the reader all the time.   

So, finally I am starting my short novella titled Gold pouch.

I wish it to be  a comic and yes If anyone reading please comment or criticize my writing I will take it as a positive gesture toward improvement. 

The Man.