Well, my bad for never updating this. I figured it’s good to keep a journal, you know, something good might come out of it one day!

SO in these past few months, I’ve decided on one thing. My the end of my senior year, I will have written a book. My goal.

Today I wrote half the summary. I think I really like the story, because I know where it is going. Maybe I’ll start to write it here first. Make a new page, and title it the name of my book. Yeah. That might happen.  I was thinking about a fantasy novel, but you know, writing one of those is so plot level, and I think I’ve changed for the better. Plus, if I were to try and write one, I know for a fact that my imagination is the widest sea in the world, and I would edit it and edit it and never be happy. Of course, that is the case with all aspects of my life. Well, this knowledge comes from fact, and I hold No bearings against either fact or fiction, reality or fantasy.

My friend said she’s already sent one out to a publisher, a copy of a story she’s written. This kind of thing propels me more. It’s like competition. Except I would feel bad if I one. But then again, I’ve never read anything she’s written. And I should know better than anyone that when a person writes, it is always much different than when they speak. I feel bad to feel excited in the wrong way. But It happens. I will try and take ans more of a challnge than a threat.

 

Perhaps an open opposition to my mental authority as the best writer I know.
And of course, completely called for, considering that figure in solely in my head.