I think anyone who reads more then your average person has, more then once, considered getting into the writing buisness. Some find it a daunting task; try to write a book that you yourself would find fantastic? Putting yourself out there to be critisized by people you don't know? It's fucking scary, man.

Me, personally, have never really wanted to...my twin sister and I did this thing when we were younger, in order to avoid the Bronte sisters curse of Sisters Who Write: she got dibs on writing, and I got dibs on art.

And it worked, for a while.

But my sister gradually started losing her interest in writing, even though she was pretty damn good at it, and got more into movies and the filmmaking buisness, I thought---hey, I can be the writer now!

So, I wrote a short story for a school contest, and it got into nationals or something...I don't know, it was fifth grade. But when my sister got wind of if...she got mad. And, my sister...when she's mad, she's mad.

How dare I steal her thing...we had an agreement, damnit! It's my thing. I can draw, I can draw good, why can't I be happy with that? I'm such a bitch! RAWR!

So, I figured that was the end of my writing career.

But I start to thing...what if I moved somewhere? Out of the country...got a pen name...published a book...she would never know, right?

But then I'm thinking: what if I can't write? I mean, fith grade writing contests mean nothing...I can't write a book. I have plots, loads of them, but I don't have an attention span to actually make it readable...ugh.

It's a nice thought, being a writer...but is it as easy to do as the greats make it look? Is it really something any book worm can do?

Shit, my brain hurts.