My mum--and most of the rest of my family--seems to be thoroughly convinced that I'm writing the next Great American Best-Seller. I don't know why. While I do love writing and I'm always scribbling something down, I've never really thought about publishing any of it. I just don't think my stuff is QUITE that good--not my fiction, at any rate. My fiction is more of just an escape for me, something I pour my time into when I'm bored with this world and wanna visit a new one. (I wouldn't mind seeing Working-Class Heroes as a comic-book or a television cartoon, though--I really think that'd be fun to see.)
I'm more confident in my nonfiction and poetry than I am in my fiction. My fiction is fun, but I think my nonfiction and poetry is better-written and more thoughtful. I don't think it's the greatest thing in the world, by any stretch of the imagination, but I think I'm pretty good in both respects.
If I were to publish anything, I'd put out either a collection of thoughts/poetry or a children's book. I love children's literature, and personally, I think I'd be good at cranking out something thoughtful, appealing, and cheerful for the chilluns (all ages, ideally, actually). I don't know what it'd be about, but I'd probably have a girl as the main character. Most of the guys have the cool adventures in children's books and the girls are playing dress-up instead; I think it's time for a girl to have a wild adventure!
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