Not Done Yet

I came here to write and to talk to my friends. Over the past few months I've done a lot of one, but almost none of the other. I can't help but think that I'm a terrible writer sometimes because I can't keep to my personal deadlines. I keep thinking of all these wonderful story ideas, or how I can continue the two I already posted. I keep making all of these promises of stories I hope people will read, or chapters I'm going to write...but it just hasn't worked out. Whether it's from school, family, or just sheer laziness on my part, things haven't been getting done.

But you know what? I'm not done yet. I've broken almost every deadline I've set for myself, and neglected my writing for too long. As E.B White once said, ""A writer who waits for ideal conditions under which to work will die without putting a word to paper."

So starting tommorow (because in the true honor of procrastination, irony, and the fact I'm writing this about a half-hour before I usually pass out from sleep deprivation) I'm going to mark my calendar, and I'm going to start writing. It may not be new stories. It may not be old stories. It might be poems. It might be another journal. But I'm going to write. And I'm going to do it whether I want to or not.

I've dreamed of being a writer my entire life, and now is a bad time to start screwing it up.

Anyway, now that I'm done with that cheesy little spiel. Homework is a drag. So is AP Language Arts, but I'll make it through next week's AP test I'm sure. Also have a road test for me license next week. Hope that goes well too. I needz mah wheelz.