Write What?

It has become apparent to me over the past couple of years that I am a failure when it comes to writing fiction. Sure, I can do it, but what I lack is commitment and discipline. When I was 12, I promised myself I would have a finished novel by the time I was 16. Okay, that didn't happen. So when, at 14, I realised that 16 was coming soon and I still had nothing, I promised myself by the time I graduate high school, I'll get something done. But that probably won't happen either.

Sadly, because I do feel this is a sad thing, I seem to write the best when it is about myself. Or maybe not just about myself - about life in general. About thoughts and real events. But seriously, who the hell wants to hear about that stuff from a young lil' chillun like me?

Perhaps my audience doesn't have to be...everyone. I could write for the demographic of kids my age. How often do you see non-fiction books on the shelves in the young adult section about being young in the 21st century (if you do, they are written, ironically, by people in the last generation)? Is it arrogant of me to assume that other kids my age want to read about my life? Well why the hell wouldn't they! They read about the lives of made-up adolescents in real-life situations (young adult authors like Sarah Dessen and Meg Cabot seem to be all about that). It wouldn't hurt to read a book knowing that the main character is actually out there living her life. Especially when it ends on a positive note. It lets them know that while there can be happy endings, but there can be happy middles too.

Great, I am inspired! It can be a compilation of essays and journal entries...and just my thoughts on random things here and there. Photos...doodles...just personal things. I'm excited! Now I have something to DO! (Oh crap...my summer reading English essay...still nothing done! Oh well!)