When I grow up, I want to be....

A recent conversation has sparked the inspiration for this post...when I grow up...what the hell am I going to be?

Ok, so journalism - The possibilities are endless! But four months in, and nothings really jumping out at me...Apart from the practical - TV and Radio. I still have a thirst for media full stop, to become an editor, or a producer...or even a screenwriter! Who knows. But I love writing WAY too much!

From my adolescence I've said that I would write a book. Something real, something true. Something maybe SO true that it worries people, or becomes disturbed...Less of the metaphors that people live their lives through - and more hard, raw, in your face, graphical truth. God knows, I've been there and done that! I want to write something that will give hope to another person, to make them feel that someone, somewhere understands what they're going through. Whether it be bullying (*Spits*), boys, bitching or the transition into new societies within secondary school and beyond.

There just comes the slight issue of...getting noticed. As if it isn't enough that I am completely SHIT SCARED to even contemplate handing my stuff over to a publisher, the odds are I'd get turned away for one reason or another anyway! But I try to be more positive than this...I've had too many downfalls - along with my successes however - to let more things stand in the way of what I want. I've got all my ideas - but not the words just yet...

Also, now comes the research - everything's already been done, it's the personal twang you put in your own work that makes it worth noticing - Or will I be labelled as looking for sympathy? Boo-hoo for me, I've gone through all this shit and now I'm complaining? Or would people actually get it, and appreciate it's raw truth. Could I handle people knowing the raw truth? This is something I don't know the answer to, but one day, I will.

So if any of you guys know any way to combat this problem, please speak up =] it will be greatly appreciated! Until then, it shall be simply my head, and my Microsoft Word documents, that gain access to these semi-manuscripts.

Today the town, tomorrow the world eh?