A Successful Author

I've wanted to be an author for several years now. I don't change my mind often on that sort of thing. When I was very young I wanted to be an artist up until about 6 or 7, which was when I began writing books. I decided I wanted to be an author. An author, wouldn't that be great? I still think that'd be an amazing job that I'd love to have. I've had flickerings of wanting to be a lawyer as well, which I also think would be great. So throughout my entire life I've only ever wanted to be three things: An artist (which I gave up on completely, I'm no artist and it's not a sensible enough job for me), a lawyer and an author. I like to write, so an author would be amazing. But has anyone looked up the requirements of an author lately? They have essentially no set pay, no set hours, and no set amount of education. Your pay depends upon how good the books are that you write. A good education isn't mandatory. Most people say "It's best if you graduate high school". That's it? Just have to graduate high school? That's not so challenging. Not for me, I want to make something of my life, I want to be well educated. And to be well educated why throw it all away to take a job I could do out of high school? Now don't get me wrong, I love writing. And it's really amazing what some people can do with a pen and some paper. And you can even take college classes that assist in becoming an author. So that's all well and good, but have you seen the hours and workplace of a writer? A writer can pretty much work wherever they go that catches their fancy. And they often work on their own free time simply because they love writing. I can understand that, I love writing in my free time, but to write for a job is different. It's the difference between doing something for fun, as a hobby, and HAVING to do something. HAVING to spend your free time working on something when you'd rather be relaxing, doing whatever other hobbies you have at home to do. It seems like writing almost consumes the life of an author. I'd love to be an author, but that's not ALL I want to do around the clock, a slave to my job. So maybe an author isn't my best career choice... Hmm. Just a thought. Maybe I should go for something else I'm interested in. I could be an editor, I'm good with grammar. And I love to do that kind of thing. I could be a lawyer, after all the appeal of the job never completely died out for me. Not saying I have to decide now, just saying I'm considering it, of course. What shall I be? Such a common question among those my age.

A Jelly Fish Sandwich

It's one of those days. One of those days when it seems to drag on and you sit on your couch signing in and out of facebook hoping someone will log on and engage in some kind of human conversation with you so you can stop staring at the TV screen and laughing to yourself over the silly sitcom situations you've seen a million times before. A day where you begin counting the days since you've left the piece of property you call home. A day when the stack of books on your night stand suddenly look boring and everyone's too busy to text you. It's also the last day of school. Those two days don't usually mix, but today they have, I spent my morning writing a speech on why everyone should read the book Wuthering Heights and spent the afternoon writing that speech out on notecards in between episodes of Bones. I've spent my evening so far discussing random things with my mom and yes, counting the days since I've left the house (6). Thank you 6, you're supposed to be my lucky number. And I guess you might be, seeing as I get to go out tomorrow. I get to go to my first ever behind the wheel drivers' class, after which I'll be able to drive. I get to go to my Maker meeting, which my friends were gracious enough to change the time of so I could make it. And then I get to go home with one of my teammates and very best friends, Zach and stay the night with he, Emily and Lexie. It ought to be fun, to be extremely blunt and understate. The next day we get to ride with our friends to the Maker fair, where some more of our friends will be meeting us. It's going to be great. But today, today all I have to do is finish the last of my school assignments, get dressed up and be video taped giving my speech so we can send it to my ES. I wrote the speech this morning, yes I procrastinated. But really, how can one day out of all the rest put this feeling in me. This feeling of extreme boredom, humidity and even claustrophobia from being here? Does it make sense? Some people are perfectly happy isolated in dry cabins in the middle of nowhere and here I am bored to death after only six days. How do they do it? How am I so wimpy? And more importantly what will I write now? What would be interesting to hear about? Hmmmmmmm.