Mundane and dull, but certainly honest.

Sunday, September 22, 2002

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.