June 21, 2004
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I wanna be a writer. It’s what I want more then anything right now. But I don’t think I’m good enough for it. I really don’t. Words run through my head all the time, things, ideas. But I don’t want to write anything except what I do: poetry and stories. There’s nothing in the writing field I can do with that except become a published author like Stephen King or Dean Koontz or Patricia Cornwell, Danielle Steel….or any of the rest of them. But do you have any idea how hard that is? Once you get started, it’s pretty easy to keep going…I think. But I have so many ideas for books…I just never start a lot of them. The ones I do start never are finished. I could probably finish one or something if I had the time. You know? But I don’t see the point when I’m not good enough for it. I wanna do it so bad….I just wanna get something done and have it published. And I can’t frickin write on paper…it’s too damn hard. I like to write on the computer, but I can’t always be on the computer and everything. I need my own computer. My mom was supposed to have the hard drive put in mine that’s broken, but she hasn’t. I wonder if she’s even going to give me that damn computer. She said it was mine, but she always seems to change her mind. So whatever….
“That’s all I have to say about that.”
“Save a horse ride a cowboy”
The Turkey Song!!!
Adam Sandler rules….and you can’t forget Lunchlady Land…hell yeah!!!
