I want to be a writer. I've always wanted to be a writer. When I was little, I would make my own books, complete with illustrations. My grandmother, Nana, kept them in a special folder within her filing cabinet. Unfortunately, I don't know what happened to these early writings, but they were about a little girl, and her dog named Roro. I had to be around 7 or so when I started these, maybe sooner.
I want to be a writer. I love to write, I love to read. I enjoy putting words down and trying to move people to thought with them. I'm going to do this. Whether it's continuing to write as a journalist, which does not come natural, or by children's books, or by submitting articles. Someday I want to write a book that is published, on the shelves of a bookstore, and MINE. One I can be proud of. Royalty checks come on in.
This is a dream of mine.
Cheekish
Mundane and dull, but certainly honest.
Sunday, September 22, 2002
Sunday, September 08, 2002
I'm starting to get fed up with all this talk about 'heroes'. Give me a break. It seems anyone who had anything bad happen to them is a hero. Is that so? I beg to differ. I'm going to see if maybe I can sit down and write an article about Heroes, and hopefully David at the paper will publish it. He probably will not agree with my opinion so he probably won't. But if I write it so it's enough to get people thinking, perhaps he will. I just think I need to write it....!
Wednesday, September 04, 2002
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