Happy Day After Mother's Day

Well, now that track is over, perhaps I'll have more free time to frequently update this thing for all two of my adoring fans. Our school got second at the track meet, as always, losing to Blue Ridge. We don't have a high enough black population, for one thing. But don't get me started. I equaled my best triple jump (to the same half inch), but Ben ends up with the school record with two additional inches at 35 feet, 3 and a half inches. No hard feelings. The record was broken four times during the season, and there's always next year. I'm already working out in preparation.

However, I'm planning to get a job in the very near future, which would deplete my free time once again. But with the free time that I have, I want to focus more on writing. I have two well-developed science fiction short story plots, one of which is more than halfway written. That will help get my name out there. My dream, tho, is to write bestselling novels whose underlying themes will influence millions of people for the better. Take Harriet's Uncle Tom's Cabin, for instance. Fiction. It inflamed people about slavery. Similarly, people can't get it through their heads that abortion is murder. What if there was a novel written that was symbolic of that, but it would make it more obvious to all the dense people out there.

But that just popped into my head today. Far more developed (and with a couple chapters written) is a fantasy novel (complete with battles and bad guys) with some subtle themes of trust and hope and other nice things. Or the science fiction trilogy involving a special metal that enables hyperspeed, that I'm trying to work in some of my philosophies about life. But I haven't even started writing that yet. Or some vague idea about a secret group called "The Adamant" that has something to do with absolute truth. Ah, it'd be so much simpler to just write a story for its own sake, without carrying some noble purpose. Just good guys defeating bad guys, you know? But I just can't bring myself to waste time and effort on such simplicity... Oh, the pains of being a part-time wanna-be author...

Edmond the Hun

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