when our lips first met you didn't get the hang of it

Jun 11, 2008 13:17

Hey, I just realized, I'm 19.

Okay, I've been 19 for a while now. I even usually remember that. But I had forgotten until just now what I was going to have done by this point in my life.

When I was, oh, I don't know, maybe 10 or 11, I heard or read somewhere that Gordan Korman was published at age 18. (I don't even know if that's true, but this is my memory). I decided that I wouldn't be able to beat him, but I would try and be really close. So I decided I would be an author by the time I was 19. I have this really distinct memory of sitting down and thinking everything out, very serious and very proud of myself for being so reasonable with my goals. (Not that I phrased it in quite those words as a kid, but that's the feeling I remember).

So yeah. I'm 19. Where's my book on the shelves at all the Chapters?  =P

It's weird to look back though, and remember just how far away 19 seemed at the time. That was how old my dance and gymnastics teachers were, and they seemed so old. Now I am 19, and I just feel... really, really, really young.

I'm not going to try and make a new goal for myself to be published by. I'd almost forgotten about this one anyways. I'm just going to keep trying to write every day. Need to finish something before anything can be published.

goal-setting, narcissist extraordinaire

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