I am a writer. If there was one thing in the world that I am, it would be a Writer.

I have wanted to write books ever since I was 10 years old. That is 8 long years of a simple dreaming.

But 2 days ago, it sort of became a reality.

I mean, yeah okay, I've written things and put them online, but to be perfectly honest, only a handful of my work has ever been finished.

2 days ago, I started a book. I started writing one. I have done this in the past, but those projects were never completed. And I plan on finishing this one. I have to. I have a really goo feeling about this.

In the past, I did actually start writing some where I had this same feeling, and I knew that I would be able to finish it. I felt that if i did finish it, it would be published.

I still feel that way, but you see, I never finished it. I always procrastinated working on it, and it just never got done.

Granted, back then i was like 14 or 15, and it wasn't the best time to start something major like that. My grades were slipping and nights at home was like gorilla warfare. Anytime I brought up this idea for my book, I would just get a "look". You know that look that adults gave children when they didn't really expect much of them, or didn't believe them, but they would sugarcoat their words.

"Of course you are writing a book. You've been writing one for years."

"Of course you'll finish this one. It'll get published in no time. In the meantime, you should go work on your homework."

"Of course it's important but it isn't bringing any money home. Work on it later."

I believe that if go back to working on that one project again, I will definitely finish it, because my stretched feeling of nonexistent accomplishment is still with me whenever I think about it.

But I digress.

This project. This book I'm working on. I will finish it. And it will be my start. And many people will read it. And then they will know my name.

I'm saying all of this here because I've got these restless feelings that if I don't tell someone, or get all of my excitement out somehow, I will implode.

I'm doing it here because really, this is the only place where have kept up with my blogs and or journals. It's amazing. I feel kind of proud of myself.

I hope that someone will read this, and have faith in me. Have faith in my book.

Please. I need it.