I walk into a room a sit at the desk, take a piece of paper, a ink well, and a quill. "I can’t believe I’m using a quill and paper, I could be using my computer but Twilight said to use paper... and I really shouldn’t use my computer for everything so lets do this."
"So… a story of how I got here. How to start..."
I groan "Why did Twilight give me this idea, and why am I going with it, I know I’m not good at writing."
I think for a second. "Well, once I have a idea I’m not bad. And I know exactly what I’m writing because it’s my life."
I take a deep breath "Ok let’s start… I’ll just write what I’m thinking… now I got this down I should write a prologue.