When I was a child, I wanted to be a writer. I remember the first sentence I ever learned was See Me. Writing was a way for me to express myself, and with a pencil, and a piece of lined paper I could create anything I wanted. I am writing my first Young Adult fiction book. I am a published writer, I contributed articles to ScreenPicks.com, Food World News, and frequently write reviews for Hollywood Junket. I enjoy writing Entertainment articles, and expressing my thoughts on television shows, I love to critique and put my two sense into everything, however creative writing is my passion. The characters I am creating with the first draft of this book are marvelous. One of them in particular is what I wish I could have been at 16 years old. She is witty, beautiful, intelligent, and not afraid to voice her opinion. The asshole in my story will fall madly in love with her, so cliche, I know but every book needs some romance. My book will incorporate romance into the story plot, however there will also be complex concepts. My book’s main point is to be forgiving, so many of my characters will suffer, but forgiveness allows them to heal, one particular character will never heal and she will do something tragic in the end of the story, one must remember an eye for an eye only leaves the whole world blind-Gandhi
Writing is therapeutic, it allows me to get some sort of revenge on people that scarred me. I know that is immature, but whatever there is one particular person I will HATE until I die. I wish I could go back in time, and stand up to him, I wish I could run into him now, and break his nose. He is a complete piece of shit, and I hope his life sucks now, for he will have one hell of a horrible life in my book. I have not written a character for this asshole yet, I thought about killing him in my story, but that is stupid, I would much rather destroy his life. I still cant believe I sat there frozen like an ice cube, and allowed him to talk down to me like the way he did, what the hell was I thinking? Oh how I resent some parts about my teenage years, I have no idea what happened in real life to this prick, however I would imagine him getting really fat, with a shitty job, and a dog that does not like him. I have this vision of me being stopped at a redlight looking like dynamite in a brand new Lexus, and looking over to see him in some old beat up truck with a cigarette in his hand, and tears in his eyes, I would totally look over, smile and than roll my eyes at him, and speed off. SCREW HIM!!!
There will also be other characters inspired by wonderful people I have met. People I admire, strong people, that have not had it easy. I absolutely LOVEEEEE people that came from rough childhoods, I feel so much sympathy for these people, and think they are so fucking amazing. Right now my story is alittle over 7,000 words..