"You're Too Young!" Pssf. What do they know.
There's something that makes me have the need to just...put it all out there. So here you go.
First off, I shall start with the thing that is bugging my mind all constent and daily.
It's the whole thing about my future. Hey, I may be (I turn thirteen in seventeen days), but it doesn't mean that I'm too young to know what life's about. I'll admit, I don't know the major extent of it, but who does? I mean, there's the whole world out there, and people with their heads up there know-it-all asses think that they've seen the world. No one has seen the world. N O O N E. My reason for thinking this? It is because of the idea that no one has seen nothing, no one has seen everything, although nothing can seem like everything to no one who has anytihng. Confused much? Yeah, I thought so.
People don't take me seriously. I beg for the seriousness of my taking. And yet, no one belives that I know what I want in life. I do! I do! I do know what I want in life. And my one goal and my only goal, which shall be the goal that is my number one, and I will ALWAYS have it until it's accomplished is always going to be known by me. And you know what my goal is? It's my goal to: go to college, and publish novels and poems and lyrics, and become the New York Time's Best Selling Author of (Insert title here). Extravagent much?
Yeah. But I've known writing is my passion F O R E V E R. I've known it since second grade. Hard to believe> It wouldn't suprize me.
Sure, you're probably thinking, "Well, this girl is only thirteen and she thinks she knows what her life is gonna go like."
But I'm like, "WTF"
Because everyone thinks that since I'm young, that I need experience and the training and whatever hell the rest of it is. But that's not right. Not right at all. Because I know that I am a writer. I may not be the best one out there, but I have what it takes right now, at this age. People think I'm bluffing, but then they take a look at my writing and they think twice.
Not to be rubbing it in people faces and brag and boast, but I just have to say something... I am probably a lot bettter writer than more then half of the kids my age, and probably, I'm the best damn writer that is ever known to man. Okay, so the last part of that is just my conciounce to keep me going. But the first part of that is most likely true.
I still cannot understand why people do not take me seriously, in my writing, because of my age. I wanna say that's discrimination (sp), but I don't think that it really counts. Well, maybe it does, after all. I don't know. But people either take advantage of me, or just toss me aside.
The woman who wrote The Outsiders write it when she was sixteen. Three years older then me. That's not much difference, when you really think about it. My age is the only thing hanging me back. I truely have the confidence to admit, that if I were older, possibly an adult, that if I were to take my work to get it revised and edited, and published, that it could very well be published. And hopefully, on the New York's best seller list.
But there's one teensy weensy problem.
I'm TWELVE. Okay, so I'm almost thirteen. (I will be in seventeen days! *brief excitement*)
If someone were to come up to me, and ask me, if I could make anything happen to me to change my future, I'd immediatly say,
"I want someone rich and famous that belongs to a publishing company to come and discover me, even if I'm only thirteen, with the will to publish my stories and/or poems."
^That, I would say.
I think that I more then partially have what it takes to become an author, even if I am only thirteen. I think this because I feel that the strains and pulls on adults also has the push and pressure on teenagers. (Okay, so I'm going to refer my twelve year old self as a teenager, so get used to it).
I've recently read a book of poems, called I Just Hope It's Lethal In the book, there are a whole bunch of poems that are by various poets. But what caught my eye, was that the poems were collected by two people to create the book- Liz Rosenberg and Deena November.
Deena November said inside of the introduction a few things that kind of inspired me to speak out about this topis.
She's only a recent graduate, which means that she is still young. Her fist opening line begins as, "I haven't been out of my teenage years for that long now..."
But she also says somewhere inside of that introduction, that she understands how it feels to feel like no one takes you seriously or no one understands you.
Crap. I'm gettting a bit off subject here.
But I guess my whole point is, well, actaully, I don't know the point.
But it just drives me nuts, and insane, and possibly depressed, because it makes me feel as if I have all of this power and nothing to do with it. Or rather, I can't do anything with it.
If you're interested in reading some of my stuff, just to see if the last few minuetes reading about my writing was worth it, go to these. You'll be suprized.
1. My major story
The Coorelation Between Peppermint and Eyeliner
^This story is Green Day fanfiction. Very good, as I've been told.
2. My not-so-major story
One for the Razorbacks
^I just started this one. Not so good, but it's still forming. Also Green Day fanfiction.
3. Not Famous Story but I love it Anyways
Slipping Back to What I Used To Be
^Not very known, but I've kinda lost it. What do you know? More Green Day Fanfiction!
4. (Poem)
Ceiling
5. (Poem)
Visiting Time
6. (Poem)
Do You Remember
7. This is my Creative Writing Homework
Pencil
8. Another Creative Writing Homework
Her Day
9. My Grey's Anatomy Fanfiction
Dark and Twisty
10. My Poor Attempt (My VERY first fanfiction I wrote) To Write Alias Fanfiction
You Found Me
If you'd like to read some more of my stuff, just PM me,
*Tori*
First off, I shall start with the thing that is bugging my mind all constent and daily.
It's the whole thing about my future. Hey, I may be (I turn thirteen in seventeen days), but it doesn't mean that I'm too young to know what life's about. I'll admit, I don't know the major extent of it, but who does? I mean, there's the whole world out there, and people with their heads up there know-it-all asses think that they've seen the world. No one has seen the world. N O O N E. My reason for thinking this? It is because of the idea that no one has seen nothing, no one has seen everything, although nothing can seem like everything to no one who has anytihng. Confused much? Yeah, I thought so.
People don't take me seriously. I beg for the seriousness of my taking. And yet, no one belives that I know what I want in life. I do! I do! I do know what I want in life. And my one goal and my only goal, which shall be the goal that is my number one, and I will ALWAYS have it until it's accomplished is always going to be known by me. And you know what my goal is? It's my goal to: go to college, and publish novels and poems and lyrics, and become the New York Time's Best Selling Author of (Insert title here). Extravagent much?
Yeah. But I've known writing is my passion F O R E V E R. I've known it since second grade. Hard to believe> It wouldn't suprize me.
Sure, you're probably thinking, "Well, this girl is only thirteen and she thinks she knows what her life is gonna go like."
But I'm like, "WTF"
Because everyone thinks that since I'm young, that I need experience and the training and whatever hell the rest of it is. But that's not right. Not right at all. Because I know that I am a writer. I may not be the best one out there, but I have what it takes right now, at this age. People think I'm bluffing, but then they take a look at my writing and they think twice.
Not to be rubbing it in people faces and brag and boast, but I just have to say something... I am probably a lot bettter writer than more then half of the kids my age, and probably, I'm the best damn writer that is ever known to man. Okay, so the last part of that is just my conciounce to keep me going. But the first part of that is most likely true.
I still cannot understand why people do not take me seriously, in my writing, because of my age. I wanna say that's discrimination (sp), but I don't think that it really counts. Well, maybe it does, after all. I don't know. But people either take advantage of me, or just toss me aside.
The woman who wrote The Outsiders write it when she was sixteen. Three years older then me. That's not much difference, when you really think about it. My age is the only thing hanging me back. I truely have the confidence to admit, that if I were older, possibly an adult, that if I were to take my work to get it revised and edited, and published, that it could very well be published. And hopefully, on the New York's best seller list.
But there's one teensy weensy problem.
I'm TWELVE. Okay, so I'm almost thirteen. (I will be in seventeen days! *brief excitement*)
If someone were to come up to me, and ask me, if I could make anything happen to me to change my future, I'd immediatly say,
"I want someone rich and famous that belongs to a publishing company to come and discover me, even if I'm only thirteen, with the will to publish my stories and/or poems."
^That, I would say.
I think that I more then partially have what it takes to become an author, even if I am only thirteen. I think this because I feel that the strains and pulls on adults also has the push and pressure on teenagers. (Okay, so I'm going to refer my twelve year old self as a teenager, so get used to it).
I've recently read a book of poems, called I Just Hope It's Lethal In the book, there are a whole bunch of poems that are by various poets. But what caught my eye, was that the poems were collected by two people to create the book- Liz Rosenberg and Deena November.
Deena November said inside of the introduction a few things that kind of inspired me to speak out about this topis.
She's only a recent graduate, which means that she is still young. Her fist opening line begins as, "I haven't been out of my teenage years for that long now..."
But she also says somewhere inside of that introduction, that she understands how it feels to feel like no one takes you seriously or no one understands you.
Crap. I'm gettting a bit off subject here.
But I guess my whole point is, well, actaully, I don't know the point.
But it just drives me nuts, and insane, and possibly depressed, because it makes me feel as if I have all of this power and nothing to do with it. Or rather, I can't do anything with it.
If you're interested in reading some of my stuff, just to see if the last few minuetes reading about my writing was worth it, go to these. You'll be suprized.
1. My major story
The Coorelation Between Peppermint and Eyeliner
^This story is Green Day fanfiction. Very good, as I've been told.
2. My not-so-major story
One for the Razorbacks
^I just started this one. Not so good, but it's still forming. Also Green Day fanfiction.
3. Not Famous Story but I love it Anyways
Slipping Back to What I Used To Be
^Not very known, but I've kinda lost it. What do you know? More Green Day Fanfiction!
4. (Poem)
Ceiling
5. (Poem)
Visiting Time
6. (Poem)
Do You Remember
7. This is my Creative Writing Homework
Pencil
8. Another Creative Writing Homework
Her Day
9. My Grey's Anatomy Fanfiction
Dark and Twisty
10. My Poor Attempt (My VERY first fanfiction I wrote) To Write Alias Fanfiction
You Found Me
If you'd like to read some more of my stuff, just PM me,
*Tori*
Wow. I write too. And I'm pretty good at it and I wanna be a writer too. So far people seem to like my writing (with the exception of my parents liking that Mike/Billie Joe slash I wrote with my friend that my mom found), but still.
I wonder if I can be a writer. (my career of choice)
Holidaybabe!, February 18th, 2007 at 08:35:22pm
I want to become an author too, and I'm going to try as hard as I can to become one!
I have a story which has about 5-6 pages in each chapters. Sure, that doesn't seem like many pages, but if you have a lot of chapters then it'll be a lot. So far I have about 28 pages of writing : ]
I know what you feel like, too. My English teacher said last year my stuff was better than most of the year 9's (I was in year 7)
dramamine;, February 9th, 2007 at 02:28:58am
Okay, this feels strangely like I wrote this. o_o
I swear, I feel exactly the same way. I write and that's what I'm going to do for my life.
Most people who read what I write are suprised that I'm fourteen.
MSN? ( :
davey jones., February 8th, 2007 at 11:04:30pm