I love to read during holiday. So I took the books with me. One of them is English and the other two are Dutch. I wanted to read some more books, since I'm a fast reader. I read one book today and I am on twenty six percent of my English book already. After tomorrow I probably have only one book left to read, and after that I don't know what to do actually. I'm thinking about writing my own books. in the past I already attempted to write my own book, and I wrote around sixty pages and then I just speed writing. I can not remember why. I probably did not like what I had Wooten already, so why going on with something I do not enjoy?
The book was about a girl who moved house because her mother got a new boyfriend. She had to write emails and chat on msn to stay in contact with her best friend. It was a total rip off of one of my favourite Dutch books. That was also probably one of the main reasons to stop writing.
I already had my Dutch blog around that time, and I saw that I enjoyed blogging way more than writing my book. I assume that that was because I did not have to think about what to write, because I already knew what write before I started writing the post.
So that made me wonder... Why not writing a book about what I have been through in my life? I do not want to sound all whiny or pathetic, but I think I have the right to say I have been through a lot. So I wag thinking to write a (or more) book(s) about some happenings in my life. I don't exactly know how I'm going to do this, but the urge has been here for quite a while now.
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