Am I Boring?

I want to write something that people want to read. I feel like I ramble. Nothing interesting is going on in my life, I am a student who works full time at a restaurant. I'm happy with my life, I just don't know if I can write about it in a way that will keep others interested. I enjoy writing, even if no one reads what I write. BUT, ideally, I want to ramble and vent about day to day things and have people checking my blog every day to see what I have to say next. Therapy for me, entertainment for others. I guess for now all I can do is continue writing and see what happens. Maybe my writing isn't developed enough right now. Maybe if I continue writing for me, and reading it back, I will learn what I need to change to make this more appealing for someone else. Feedback is good too, especially negative! How else am I supposed to learn? So if you are reading this write now, please fill me in. Let me know if you enjoy this or not. Only friends and family know about this blog right now anyways, so you should feel comfortable talking to me about it! Until then I will continue on... rambling.

Ever since I started keeping a journal in the 3rd grade I've enjoyed writing. Before I even knew what the words on the pages of a book meant, I enjoyed reading. Somewhere between then and now I decided I wanted to write a book. When I was younger this didn't seem like such a big deal. I had so many stories and fantasies running through my head, all I had to do was get them on paper. I clearly didn't understand what goes into writing a book. But I think I had what it starts with. I had inspiration, creativity. The will to create a whole world out of words. Which is why the thought is still there. I refuse to believe that I lost that. I refuse to look at those desires and say that was me as a child with an imagination. I still have imagination. I still look at my world as possibilities, daydreaming about what could happen. I have a lot to learn, my high school education is not enough to get me through a book. But it is still a thought, and I am deciding to entertain it. I want to keep that thought alive. As a child I had the ideas, the confidence. Now I am realistic, I have an idea of how hard it will really be. So now I want to learn how to be a successful writer, and also remember what it was like to let my imagination run wild.