Making Dreams Realities

I’ve mentioned more than once that I want to be a writer.  A serious writer, not just an everyday blogger.  I’ve finally decided to take the plunge, thanks in huge part to the confidence of some dear friends of mine who are constantly begging me to write a book.  I already know it is going to be a trilogy – the early years, the present, and then a look into the future, a “life in retrospect” if you will, from an older, wiser, perspective.  The titles are already chosen for each of the three books, but I don’t want to share them because I don’t want them stolen.  They are GOOD too if I do say so myself!

My books are going to be about dreams, inspirations, aspirations, hopes for the future, and the inevitable crushing reality that sets in when you become an adult and those dreams are lost, for whatever reason.  This story is one of discovery, of imagining a future for yourself as a young teenager and the path to adulthood and the reality of life.  Of losing your innocence and feeling lost and alone in the world.  Of awakening one day and deciding that you can have it all, that you can still make your dreams come true, and the journey on each of these different paths, full of emotions – fear, rage, angst, excitement, trepidation.

I would like to share with you an excerpt from the first book – the early years.  I would really love your feedback on how they make you feel and, most importantly, would you want to read more?

“Senior Year. I am so excited I just don’t know what to do with myself. The past three years are behind me, this is my year to SHINE. Why does September have to be so far away? I don’t think I can stand the anticipation! I don’t care what happens, or how I have to do it, but I am going to make my mark at school this year and be remembered forever. I am going to have my picture in every photo I can in the yearbook. Join every club, do everything I have always wanted to do! The excitement is absolutely intoxicating! I cannot wait for school to begin!

The past three years are going to be erased. I’m not going to be the silent, shy, geek in the back of the room anymore. I’m not going to be the one being beaten up in the hallway outside of Home Economics because I wouldn’t do what someone else wanted me to do. I’m not going to be the girl crying in the lavatory because I was called “Kibbles and Bits” all the way down the hall, in front of everyone, including Steve Post. God, so embarrassing. I’ve had a crush on him since elementary school. Not this year though. This year will be different. I want to be part of the in crowd. That means a total makeover. Lose some weight, let my hair grow out. I hate that mom wants me to have my hair cut so short all the time. I look like a frigging boy. I hate it.”