This does not matter. This is not anything yet. It all depends on what you do with it, afterward.
William FaulknerSo vast, so limitless in capacity is man's imagination to disperse and burn away the rubble-dross of fact and probability, leaving only truth and dream.
William FaulknerMy ideal job? Landlord of a bordello! The company's good and the mornings are quiet, which is the best time to write.
William Faulkner