Blah Blah Blah, your needs

Ugg, I hate it when people have the world, and they still want more. They always say 'This has like, always been my dream!' so then a week later you hear them say 'Like OEMGEE! my Life is SOUL-LESS!' and then I hear that this person is getting their effing book possibly published. Seriously? What more do they want? Keep your dreams, and leave mine alone, BITCH! I'll never support your one sided stupidity that you call your effing book.

My novel has been suffering. The more I write, the more I feel like I'm plagerising. I feel so un-inventive and like I'm just stealing from my favorite authors. Writers block sucks. I might just scrap it, and start over. I've been writing it in my spare time for a little over a year, and it's not even at 100 pages. I like my idea, but it's not going where I want it too. I need to seriously think of something that has never been done. But it's times I think this, I'm pretty sure that all of the good books have already been written.

But, my career goal isn't necissarily to publish a book, it's to be a music journalist. I want to be respected as a jounalist by bands. I don't want to be the journalist that bands dread going to because they think i'm just trying to get the dirt. To be an entertainment critic would be a lovely side project. But I would love to eventually finish a novel, even if no one sees it but my dog.

"I'm putting out the lantern, find your own way back home." -Brendon Urie