Writing. It's something I have done when I was bored since I was very young. The earliest time I can remember actually writing something that wasn't in crayon or about ballerinas was when I was 9. And even that was just me copying the plot of "The Little House on the Prarie" books I liked so much. Since that age, I have been writing all the time.
Maybe it's just because I'm at home all the time and have scads of free time considering I'm homeschooled and I'm too lazy to go out and get a job. Maybe once I don't have so much free time I won't want to, or won't be able to, scribble down bits of stories. But I hope I still do.
Therefore I think for now I am a diarist. I write for pleasure, and I write a lot. Someday I'd like to be an artist. I'd like to spend lots of time alone planning out a novel, getting to know characters I've made up, learning to type really fast so I can actually get something done with these ideas.
Hopefully this doesn't sound too dark. I wouldn't want anyone to get a picture in their head of me slaving over a computer talking to my made up "imaginary friends". Because I promise you, I never talk to them. And the most "slaving away" on a computer I have ever done was trying to upload pictures while the computer kept crashing.
I have no idea what I will write about on this blog. I will probably pick out some purpose, and then I will realize I have nothing to say about it. So then it will just be me rambling on about whatever happens to be interesting to me at the moment.
So I might tell you about the weather, or how my toes are freezing, or how i have absolutely no idea what to say. Since I love movies I might start giving my opinions on those. I guess we'll see where my mind wonders.
Why rain, Lindsey?
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