I want to stop writing.
I just read something, and it’s wierd because it made me think about my writing–and my age. I’m half the age of most published writers, and, while that doesn’t discourage me, they have so many more years under their belts. Most of the writers I know are like in love with their line of work, or flaunt it, but I don’t know any more.
I have a teacher who basically made it clear to me that writing wasn’t going to take me anywhere. Outside of my essays, which suck because I hate the whole process of writing one, that teacher has not read anything. I have one teacher who is my favorite, because she doesn’t treat you like some kid, and she realizes that we are going to be the ones who have to change the future. She knows who she is because she’s the reason I am in love with blogging, and the process of meeting new people.
So, I guess that’s my difficult decision. I only want one book published. It doesn’t have to be a bestseller, it doesn’t even have to sell. I just want to see a cool cover and a synopsis on the back, with maybe two or three reviews. I want to see my name looking up at me from the binding of a book on a shelf at Barnes and Noble. That’s going to be pretty difficult.
Maybe my problem is the lack of a support system. Ramxpage–it’s not that she doesn’t care, she just doesn’t read. It took me six months to get her to read a measly 300 page book, which she ended up liking, but she won’t sit down and read my writing because she doesn’t like reading, and I’m fine with that. She still gives her opinion when I tell her about what’s on my mind concerning my writing, and that’s good enough for me. A lot of my friends have lots of people read their works, but I had someone steal an idea from me and she was supposedly my best friend, and I’m really wary of sharing my work now.
Plus, my issue with sharing my work is I have a fear of disappointing people, or people hating it. I guess everyone has to deal with that, and if I want to be published, I have to throw caution to the wind and do whatever I want.
Five minutes to midnight. That’s a boyslikegirls song, by the way but HAPPY NEW YEAR’S!