Be your own fiction. After that, the story almost writes itself. (idea)
|The truth is, [If I don't get paid for it, is my time worthless?|I don't get paid] to do this. None of us do. Not the coders or the storytellers or the fact crunchers. The catch is, we do it anyway.
Ξ Ξ Ξ Ξ Ξ ΞI try to do one thing everyday that [Things that people do more over and over that I haven't even done once|I have never done] before. Sometimes I succeed--I go to far away places and see amazing things that I could never imagine running into in my hometown. I've spent countless car rides home trying to figure out how I'm going to explain it all in words. There are a thousand stories I have lined up in my head, just waiting for the right words to pen them with.
Sometimes, I fail. I don't even make it out of bed let alone make an adventure out of the day. Other times I am too confounded by real life duties, work, family, love interests, that it is just hard to [Little things that make my day|make a regular day spectacular]. Sure, I could squeeze in something new but mundane, but what's the thrill in that. No one wants to hear stories about how I mopped up something gross or [blew a tire] at 20 mph and had to change it all by lonesome.
Ξ Ξ Ξ Ξ Ξ Ξ[I create unobtainable goals for myself] and thrive off of pipe dreams. Someday, I am going to do this, I am going to be that, I am going to go there. [maybe-someday|Someday].
I am always the most surprised when my plans pan out. Everybody else had faith in me from the beginning.
Ξ Ξ Ξ Ξ Ξ ΞWhen I was sixteen I stood in an empty garage with my father while [how to gut a house|gutting a house] and told him I wanted to [drop out] of high school. He called it the most foolish thing he'd ever heard from me. I can't begin to tell you how those words broke my heart. What I can tell you is that he also said this, word for word: Em you are going to be a writer. That's [The writing in the salt says we ride on out to the stars|how you end up in life].
And I knew he was right. My dad has an erie way of telling the future. It's just one of those things.
The most unobtainable goal I have ever set for myself was living up to [the potential my father sees in me].
Ξ Ξ Ξ Ξ Ξ ΞI work [fast food] and while most people see it as a piss-on job, it's actually quite nice. It's not something that I hope to do forever, but in the meantime, with school and youth being my main concerns, it does a nice job of paying the bills and working around my schedule.
I get to stand behind a counter and meet a hundred different faces everyday. Some are nice, some are horrible, some are beautiful, and some are down right laughable. I get to have [Life is material; you just have to live long enough to figure out how to use it|90 seconds of conversation with 90 brand new characters] every day.
I like to play a game called, "Guess where they are from" Geographically, genetically, mentally. I get to make up who they are and what they are like.
Here is a secret: I have managed to manifest a hundred of [noders|you] as McDonald's customers. Johnn[RangyJoeyHondo|y,] Ted[Mr. Hotel|d,] Jessic[jessicapierce|a,] Birc[pukesick|h,] you have all stared at me from across the counter and [if you were not real I would make you up|you don't even know it]. Like any of you would ever eat that [junk food|crap] anyway.
Ξ Ξ Ξ Ξ Ξ Ξ[Nathan, I blame you|I can't make this stuff up.]
What I can do is [What peace I get in the hectic days|give you words], which, at my age, are pretty much all I have in the bank. Thousands and thousands of words.
I can give you fact; I can give you fiction. I can give you fact masquerading as fiction or the vice versa just as easily. You can take my words at face value or save them up and [calculate the interest] and get something much more than what I put into it.
At any rate, [I figured it all out|I weave words] for you and that is all I have. Take it or leave it. I don't earn a dime for it and in the end, the votes are only for you. I would write even if you never read, even if it never leaves my head.
I take [Take a day, plant some trees, may they shade you from me|noun verb noun verb] and try to give you something tangible. I do real things every day that amaze me. I capture moments in photographs and words and try to share them with you. I do the best I can and in time it may prove to be not good enough at all. Or in time, my dad could be right after all, maybe I do [I'll be a writer|end up the writer].