Writing to get Published

Earlier on a writers community I’m part of, this came up:

Is anybody on this site writing to get published?

Well, I’m not writing to let it gather dust on the shelf. I love writing; it’s what makes me, me. Why would I put so much passion into a novel, one that means something to me, just be forgotten with a slim chance it will be found and published and make billions when I am dead?

The answer? I wouldn’t.

I want to be someone. I have no intention of going through life as a nobody, with a career and alarm clocks. Mock me if you will, but at the end of the day, if you start it, go all the way. You only get one shot at life. It’s just like the ambition I have. I cannot go half way just to realise I am second best, and be happy with it. Fair enough, others may not want to be a professional writer but it stands: why work for someone else? That’s the thing: no one understands me. When I say that, people think it’s a phase, something I’ll get out of. But I can’t! I just can’t. Some things in life have a meaning to me, and this means something.

I don’t understand it. Take risks! Never be content.

Also:

Heck yes.

In other news (oh, to be so cliché), I’ve decided to back to Ever Wayward, or, under the new name with a (slightly) altered story, Beggar’s Dystopia, which I like. But Milkman’s fun too!

Regarding My Journal

Update: Just sorted out that horrid boldness everywhere.

In my life, there’s a lot going on. It doesn’t seem much to myself when compared to others, and the patronising attitude of adults. They aren’t on a different planet (… hmm) and are really just the same as me, except at minimum three a bit years older, or so the law states.

Anyway, for the sake of not too much rambling, when I sit down and think it just occurs to me. Take November alone. Next week I have three GCSE Science modules, worth the second 12.5% of the total. Regardless, that follows suit of almost three weeks of Nation Novel Writing Month.

What else? Well, I’m writing a novel. That’s after I return at about 17:00 from a day at school, should I be let off from at least two hours of homework. Then what? I like to read, or go out, or pay a visit to a great online community I’m a part of, aside from this occasional blog. My social life is rapidly diminishing.

All of these, my friends, tell me I am writer. The truth is, these are not dangerous matters. 99% of the students at my school follow this routine (if a little varied) but I should like to write it down.

It’s crazy really. The truth is procrastination, and to be honest, it’s why I’ve had to give up on Milkman. For now, anyway, at least until I can get sorted out. What is all of this? I’m certain people are reading this and criticising or finding amusement in the lines.

The Truth

I should have the cheek to criticise a writer I am not equal to, yet. Nonetheless, I meant every line of that hate mail post, except for, of course, the cocky wit.

I’m a dreamer; I lack discipline. If I had kept at it, I could be well into the second draft of my principle novel (which I truly believe has great potential), but like I said, dreamer. I dream. I am dreaming now, dreaming of success and I’m dreaming of a life without careers and alarm clocks.

I might do it one day.

Milkman Day One

I apologise in advance for the complete trash I have written today. Standing word count: 2484 words.

Chapter One