Well, here standeth I. Here standeth I on the brink of a new endeavor! As an aspiring writer, I am fortunate to have stumbled upon this website; a great outlet for writing about relevant items and a great way to get exposure and feedback! However...I have a tendency to begin this sort of thing (blogger, livejournal...) and not keep them up to date. I blame this fact on my hectic life and my jam-packed days while finishing up high-school! The boarding school I attend keeps us all on our toes with a rigorous, non-stop schedule from 7 in the morning to at least 10.30, but the average bed-time for most students is around midnight. It's slightly ridiculous, but the amount of information and the knowledge, both scholarly and worldly, that I have gained are more than worth it.

Even though I aspire to be a writer, I cannot help but think that I am slightly behind others who desire the same career. True, I have been writing poetry and short stories and long stories since I was about twelve, but I really haven't much to show for it. As my father, rather caustically, said the other night, "What good is being an artist if you have nothing to show for it?" I realize now that he is completely correct. What good is being an artist if you do not share your work with others? What is the point, besides personal expression and possibly dealing with feelings and emotions? For me as a writer, the hardest part is showcasing my work, because I do not want to subject my emotions to the scrutiny of the masses. Those who have heard or read my writings have praised them, yet still the majority of my writing is for me; my personal enjoyment. I feel that I should have been involved in my school's newspaper for the past four years; I should have been more involved in the literary publication published at my school. I have not taken advantage of the opportunities given to me that would benefit my career choices in the future. Instead I have thrust myself into other activities and clubs that I also have an interest in, but will most likely not be the base of my future occupation.

A myriad of questions float around in my brain all the time, and too few of them are answered for my liking. But then again, if all our questions were answered, then there would be no point in wondering. And if no one wondered, there would be no questions, and no progression. Creative thought would become stagnant, and beauty would cease to exist.

How glad I am that I do not know.