November 31, 2012
Got to Indianapolis late last night. I’m glad to be off the bus.
I’ve been reading through my story idea notebook, and I’m actually really sad that I’ve never really sat down and tried to develop any of them. I don’t know why I haven’t. Never had time when I was trying to keep up with the troublemakers, I guess.
When I was little, I wanted to be a doctor. I thought that it would make me rich like my dad and then my parents would be proud of me. I was dumb then, because now I know they’d never care what I did. A couple years ago, I had a really great English teacher and I realized that writing was actually super cool. I’ve wanted to be a writer ever since, but I’ve never committed more than writing down ideas.
I think journaling was a good first step though. Like, some people who write fan fiction or whatever end up trying to copy the writers they like, and I think it was actually good that I took time to find my own voice. Even though, if I remember right, most of my journals are just me complaining or fantasizing. So later, when I’m published, when people say “All your main character does is complain,” I’ll know exactly why.
People have been eyeing me, so I think it’s time for me to get away from this bus stop and pretend to have a place to go.