I Want To Write A Book

Writing a book is one of the few things on my bucket list that would make me feel completely content with what I did with my life had I accomplished it. To write a book you need organization, imagination, creation and dedication. I do not want to write a children's book, or a book that would not interest me in the least bit. I want to write a book about something I would like to read. Something my age group would enjoy engulfing their minds into. I want to make a name for myself, ya know? So, for starters, I googled "how to start a book", which was already very uncreative of myself. I should be able to start a book however I would want to and not take advice from people on the internet who probably never even had the motivation to write a book so they just decided to mindlessly tell us how we should write a book. I should have known to get off of google and start for myself when the first thing google told me to do was to "create a concept". Hold up. If you do not know that you need an idea to base a whole book on, why are you even trying to write one? It goes on and on with "consider your audience", "choose themes" and oh, my favorite, "develop your characters". I was thinking about just having blank pages as my book. No themes. No characters. No nothing. Now I know outlines like that can get you started and are probably very helpful but how nice would it be to do a project completely on your own. I feel like that accomplishment itself would make me completely content with what I did with my life.

FOMO

Fear Of Missing Out. It happens to the best of us. This 4th of July was not like my past Independence Day experiences. To start out, the 4th of July in Lititz, my hometown that is also known as "The Coolest Small Town In America" (I am not making this up), does July 4th like no other town. Downtown Lititz is buzzing all day with food, live music, events and activities for us Lititzians to participate in. Not to mention the Queen of Candles at 8pm and fireworks following shortly after. Sadly, this year the whole shabang was postponed to July 5th, which conveniently was my first day on a new job as a wedding server. Loved loved LOVED the job, hated missing out. When I got home my dad explained to me that you know what, it may seem like I missed out, but every party is the same old same old and that you need to miss one sometimes so people realize that they miss you. I loved that advice.