The Start of Something Good

I've decided to begin chronicling my daily life. I know, that's sort of the point of blogs. But here's the rub, most blog's about folks' daily lives are really boring. "I went to school today and I hated it lol!" is all I read anymore. Actually I don't read blogs because I read one like that and generalized all blogs from that. The point is I'm not going to be giving you, my faithful reader, the play by play of my boring life. Instead, I think I'll try more interesting things. As an example, let me tell you a story.
There once was a writer who became famous for writing very interesting stories that no one could quite understand. He wrote of incredible heroes wielding mighty swords to slay monsters and save princesses. He wrote murder stories, where the culprit ended up being the protagonist. He wrote children's stories and romance novels and was widely praised for his illusory and somewhat normal writing style. Critics loved him because he remained starkly ambiguous. Normal folk loved him because the stories were simple and didn't require any deep thought. His success as a writer was unequaled, and indeed, he became "the writer of the generation."
There was a problem, though. This famous writer lived a life consumed by fear. He was constantly afraid that someone would figure him out. He knew that one day, one person would realize that he was writing about absolutely nothing. That was the key to his success. He wrote about absolutely nothing. He always started a story without knowing where it was headed. This aimless writing style was the critics' ambrosia, as they declared it so ambiguous and beautiful that it had to mean something. But it didn't. The sum of all the epic prose and moving dialogue was nothing. Thus the writer lived in fear.
One day, the writer saw his death in the form of a young woman with green eyes. At a book signing, in the line of enthusiastic fans, he saw her. She moved so easily and steathily, hiding, then appearing with leonine eyes, full of bloodlust, that stared directly into his cowering soul. He knew his death was fast approaching. This girl knew his secret, knew his embarrassing and career ending truth. He quickly stood up. Without a word, he walked off and destroyed his hollow life.