This was his start...
Somehow, it did not work or was it that he wasn't trying enough to make it work, he wondered. Sometimes, he would not find a title, sometimes he would not find enough substance.

He was an avid reader, but why was he not writing? He was in search of an opportunity which would aver his talent. He was audacious enough to try out but was it this? He never knew the answers.To make matters worse, he was clueless about whether he would find any.

He avowed he had a something-more-than-zero speed at typing. But time would teach him, he knew. He had tried it many times before, but was wrecked half-way. The tempo would always subside to a zero. He somehow persuaded himself to be optimistic. Zero, he had been taught meant the end. But again, zero when placed at the right place could increase one's value 10 times. He had to place the zero at the right place, on the right to his efforts, he realized.

His heart and head were at loggerheads, as is always the case. The heart yearns, the mind admonishes.
He dint intend to make adventitious attempts. He had a clear aversion for plagiarism, and did not intent to allow himself to practice one.
But, determined ,without ancillaries, without much ado, he began...
Would he have to abdicate this one too ? No, he had decided, his acumen would not be allowed to addle away in the aeons of time.