Tim N. thinks I'm going to be a writer. I tell him that I want to be an astrophysicist, but he's not convinced. He's really sure that I'm going to be a writer. I don't know if I have enough writing talent to live off of it. I do believe that I have some talent for writing (from dad) but do I have enough? I wouldn't mind being a writer. It's never too far from my mind. Tomorrow I'm going to visit mom and Joe in Cleveland. They're living together. I don't mind. I hate what I"m doing now. As I write this, I compose in my mind what I'm going to write. Yet half of it never gets written down! As Gordon Lightfoot says, "If you could read my mind" I've written a whole short story. For english class.
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