I once wrote a book of my own that today makes me squirm. I must have been in a huge Jane Austin stage because the whole time I truly trying to be her in my writing. As a middle schooler this was definitely a challenge. My character in the book was supposed to resemble Elizabeth Bennet, but instead it resembled (to my now horror) that she was like a rebellious teenager. Fail. I wanted to so much to create a story that I would return to over and over again. Instead, it was a stereotypical tale of a girl who doesn't want to "wed" so escapes into adventures. I guess I wanted to create the girl I would most want to be like. I haven't completely taken the job of author out of my mind, but I think children's books would be the most fun. I mean come one. Adventure and pirates and flowers and danger....
Lately, I've been quite envious of journalist. They have fun. They have adventures. They in a sense live their stories. I want that, but at the same time it revolts me. I mean, scary places of the world are places I'd rather just read about not write about. I love reading first-hand accounts. It amazes me how much there is to discover in the world. Give me that!
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