Last year, I took the decision to start a journal (yes, JOURNAL, not diary. It just sounds manlier. Or slightly less girly) in which I’ll write everything that happened every day in my life (okay fine so it’s a diary).
I never really thought I’d follow through, but *gasp* I actually did!
So after a few self-congratulations, I was hit with a tantalizing realization zomg! (I had to add a third word with a Z because two just sounded weird)
I guess you can guess the realization by the title of this post.
Did I just write a 365-page long book?
Me? The boy who dreams of writing a book but is 100% sure there’s no way he’ll be able to come up with that much stuff?
It just completely blew my mind. I could print these out and sell them!
Well yeah the problem is that most of these consist of ‘Hi so I just woke up today and went to school, the headmistress was being a bitch as usual and I got an 18 in physics which is kewl. I went home and ate some pasta then studied nothing and read Elm’s blog all day long. Goodnight. *signs to make it official and like confidential and shit*’ BUT if people are willing to buy stuff like Allegiant and New Moon, why not this?
Okay so I did the wrong thing by offending two fandoms and I’m sorry I didn’t even mean it (I really don’t know why I’m hating on Allegiant so much gahd thanks a lot Goodreads for fucking my opinion up).
Anyway, it feels really, really nice to hold that book/journal/diary between my hands, and I just can’t stop brushing through the pages again and again and seeing the whole year flash by. I still can’t believe I wrote all that.
What I’m really excited about is that I’ve proven to myself that 1) yes, I can keep a diary (and I’m keeping one this year as well) and 2) I can write a 300+ page novel! (That one’s more theoretical but I’m still hanging on to it)
I remember that I promised myself to start on writing my book. The problem is that I don’t think the ideas are worthy at all (even laughable) and I doubt that I have the skills to write something I can be proud of. But you know, might as well try!
Wish me luck 🙂
Off-Topic PS: today I got my first grade of the year which is…
*drumroll* Tan Tarararan…
An A! Yaaaay *sparklez*
It was on a physics homework that we had before the holidays. Hm. Technically I presented it in 2015, but I’m still counting it as my first grade for 2016. Don’t ruin the moment.
Maybe it’s because I’ve been reading The Alchemist that I’m seeing omens in everything all of a sudden. Just kidding, I don’t really believe in them. I mean, I can recognize an ‘omen’ but I really don’t think it can change anything. Umim and Thumim or whatever these balls were called.
Okay I just realized that the old man gave names to his balls.
Welp, that’s enough internet for today Anthony. Go home. Please. For your sake.