Today is my dad’s birthday. I got him a collection of Ernest Hemingway’s short stories, because he’s been on this Hemingway kick for a little bit. He really liked it, which makes me so happy. I knew he would… We talked in his kitchen for a while, and it made me realize how much I missed having a dad throughout the years. It also got me in a writing mood, because he was talking about his novel.
I’ve always done really well in English, and every once in a while I get the urge to write something, but I’ve never really pursued it. Well, tonight, I had the best idea for a book. I had kind of thought about this for a screenplay, but realized what a wonderful book it would make. So, I have this goal now, just like wanting to be in the FBI, just one of those silly dreams that other people write off as a passing phase, but what I know to be my future. I will be in the FBI, just like I’m going to write this novel, and it will be successful, and it will make Oprah’s Book Club, and the rest will be history… *smiles at her future life* I can’t screw this up by not following through with my goals and dreams, I only get one life. The book is going to be really good, about one girl’s dreams and her world, and how her world is replaced with reality, and her emotional ordeal through the whole thing. I wrote the prologue today. ^-^ (I move fast.) It’s so much like me, it’s blatantly obvious, but I don’t care because I can write it better that way. The girl’s name is even Leto, but that might change in the future. Well, must be going to bed, right after putting up my friend’s poem on the front page. It’s very good. I’ll put a link to it up tomorrow… Oh, and thank you Betha, and Linz, and Eric for the happy birthdays!! You guys make me feel so loved. Okey, bye!
Lindsey @ 11:56 PM
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