Maria Winger

It’s not so much that I have an actual fear of driving…. as much as I just don’t WANT to drive. I guess I have a tiny fear…. I mean, being in control and responsible for two tons of steel that could kill me if not handled properly. But I don’t get what’s so fun about driving. It just seems kind of boring to me. The only reason I am still the littlest bit motivated to drive is to have a faster way to get places.

I’m seventeen, and have had my permit for about a year or so. Not so long compared to some, I know. But to my friends, a lot of which are younger than me and have their liscenses already, it’s a long time. But I’m just like, whatever.

I think I’d be more motivated if I had my own car, but we can’t afford one. Oh well. Hopefully by the end of this coming up summer, I’ll have my liscense. Wish me luck. =]

I’m actually in the process of writing a series of sort-of short books, to be compiled into one book. But I’ve written two books so far. None that are published, but still.

I love writing—it’s, to me, a great way to submerse yourself into something other than life, if you’re stressed or sad/angry/etc. I’ve always loved writing: essays, fiction, nonfiction, diaries, etc. It’s also a great sense of accomplishment, especially when you finish, knowing that you WROTE something based on your own ideas.

I’m in the process of writing a book. Actually, it’s a series of books, but each one isn’t that long, so I’m compiling them all together and have each one be a seperate ‘part’, you know? Yeah.

I love writing and have lots of ideas…. Other than the one I’m writing right now, I have ideas for two other types of books, one of them being another series-type one.

I’m just wondering if I really want to be published, in the end. I guess pretty much because I’m afraid of failure, i.e. I don’t want to get the thing published, get my hopes up, and have no one read it or like it.

I don’t know. We’ll just have to wait and see, eh?