All I can remember thinking about as a kid was writing & getting published. Here I am at 22, still THINKING. I need to get into the act of DOING. I have so much work to be organized & sent off to publishers, blah. It seems so mundane because I feel rejected already. Everyday there is something new being pumped out & put into bookstores, who would ever want to look at my work?

But nevertheless, it’s still a goal of mine.
I just want to write something, someone would find worth reading.