Islaa

I want to write a book, not only because I want to make money, or get published, but because I love storytelling. Not only that, but I promised a friend that I’d write a story we developed together. I want to have it done by summer, and I want to edit and revise it (even though I am doing both while writing, each chapter I reread each one up to it) over said season. I will get the help of my father, a much better story-teller than I… if only I had his talent. Oh well, good things come from practice, and he’s had plenty. I will also see if I can have it edited and revised and commentated on by my mother, my grandmother, a few of my teachers, the friend I developed the basic story with, and anyone else who has the time.

The publishing is more of a… a good but pretty much unnecessary part of the process. I don’t need to get it published, but I’d like to. I DO need to get it written. NEED TO NEED TO NEED TO.

How completely unoriginal. But it sounds fun.

I can get As if I do homework. Unfortunately for me, I’m the laziest person alive, and rather distractable. I screwed myself up already; no chance of being valedictorian. But, I have three years to make amends, and my calculations show a projected 4.525. Of course, that’s if I keep on this path. Better add it to my list to keep reminding myself.