Words Get Under Your Skin Like Needles, so Let Me be the Doctor

I want to live forever, or at least be remembered for that amount of time. Oh, Twilight the film is getting closer and closer. As a writer, you cannot possibly fathom what excitement I'm feeling. A great series that desires great recognition. Of course, it's being recognized without my help; I just wanted to talk about it.

I'm re-reading this book. ZigZag, to be exact. I can across a line that just totally rang true: one of the hardest things about growing up is finding out that there's just somethings you're not going to be good at. Well, that's not verbatum, but you get the picture. I'm doing something right now that I want so badly, but I don't think I'm all that great at it, no matter how hard I try.

I've been told that I have a very good chance for success, but that's not really their decision. It's the decision of my nerves and if I can make it through the audition process. If not, I'm pretty much nothing next year. I'll still have the words and I'll still have the pen, but I won't be doing anything. Turning 17 this month, I've realized that I've been so eager to grow up that I haven't really lived. Deja vu just hit...

'Tis a writer's double edge sword, I suppose! We're such loners and we accept that, but at some points, we do want to interact. It's not that we're not sociable, no, it's quite the opposite. It's just hard to fit into a puzzle if you're a piece that's from an entirely different puzzle. The configurations are all wrong. That's me at some points.

Not 100% sad because I know that somewhere, there's a puzzle and I'm its missing piece. *Sigh* I should quit while I'm ahead. But, then again, quitting while ahead is still the same as quitting; eventually you will be passed.

Still Undiscovered,

The Undiscovered Writer