Past Midnight Ramblings

I am a “writer”, and at the moment I am doing what every creative writing manual says not to do. I am writing about my frustration with my writer’s block (which really is just an excuse for the lack of an imagination or motivation to actually sit my butt down and write some worthwhile piece of manuscript). If you’re an aspiring author, then you know exactly what I’m talking about. This bites.

If I had the creative genius and artistic flair at this particular moment, I would risk it, whatever “it” is, and I would begin writing about all important “stuff”. And if I was feeling empowered, perhaps I’d begin an article on the oppressions of every day teenagedom. (See that? I made up a word!)

Right. It’s 1:36 am.  I’m not hyped up on coffee and I have school tomorrow. I should be more responsible than this. Bedtime means bedtime.

But no, I’m feeling a little bit rebellious right now. That’s right, not empowered, but rebellious. Though one can say it’s rather pathetic that my rebellion is nothing more than writing up a blog. In fact, I think if I were anyone else’s daughter my parents would be rather proud of my passion for wasting people’s precious time while I waste my own. See, now that’s what you call hitting two birds with one stone.

So now on to a more serious discussion: What is the inspiration and intention behind writing my first novel? I’d be lying if I told you A) I didn’t want to be famous, because no matter what they say I think it’d be pretty cool, B) that my parents not believing in me has nothing to do with this obsession I have to one day prove them wrong, and C) that I wouldn’t feel some self-gratification when I finally print the very last page to my manuscript.

And I admit those are very selfish points. But like people have many layers to their personalities, so do my intentions behind trying to write this manuscript. You see, if what I have to say inspires at least one person to really be the best person that they can be (right, not cheesy at all, eh?) then I know I wrote something that doesn’t waste people’s time. I want to break stereotypes that generations before me have formed about my generation.

And to me, if all a person gets from reading my yet-to-be-written novel is “Woah, never thought of it that way!” or “Hey! That’s exactly what I was wondering!” then Aiden Milton would have served its purpose.

Well it’s 2:00 am. I am done with my useless rambling and am off to read random articles on the internet to pass time. Why am I doing this? I have no idea. Go figure.