Something new

I started a short story last night, and it came out quickly enough that I finished it too. This is the first time in years I have finished a piece of fiction. It’s really short — like seven and a half college-ruled handwritten pages — and I don’t think it’s much good. If there is merit, it’s in the characterization, not in the plot or the language. But it’s something. I will keep writing and when I get discouraged, I will look back and say, I finished something; I can finish this, too.