I’ve always believed that every person has a great and epic story to tell, that every person has a book in them waiting to materialize. I always figured I could write a book, but now I’m not so sure, I mean I have countless plots all over the place. But none I feel good enough. Not good enough to be a book, and I also don’t feel the way in which I write is one that would be suited to a novel. So I guess for now at least I shall have to abandon this dream.