Great Title

It seems that I have far more titles for books in my head than stories written. While driving to and from work I’m usually nagged by ideas for my next literary work. My mind usually works sequentially. I’ll first come up with a title for a book, and then proceed to fill its imaginary pages with a myriad of stories which are stored somewhere in the recesses of my brain. Quite often I impress myself with what’s included in any particular collection. But, there’s always some disconnect. Without fail I come home, sit down to pen this nations next great piece of literature and find myself struggling with the notion that my skill set does not match my ambition—my hands won’t do my mind’s eye justice. So I’m stuck with a great title while lacking the testicular fortitude to follow through.
I resolve today, to continue to throw shit against the wall to see what sticks.