Acclaimed Author?

I want to write. (An actual book, that is. I feel the need to clarify since technically I'm writing at this very moment.)

I wanted to be a writer when I was younger. It really doesn't count for anything because I also wanted to be a nurse, artist, librarian, and ballerina. But I figured since I liked to read, I could write. People who can write usually love to read, but that road does not go both ways. I am a terrible author. I can't create characters. I make up people like Disney does (Maybe I could work for them. But seriously, every Disney series about a middle class girl with two best friends, one of which is dumb and the other is a boy that the main character or the other friend will eventually date. And then they make random middle school trouble that they could avoid if they were normal people. And even though she never has money or a job, she never wears the same outfit. We're very off-topic.) I cannot make a plot. Kind of parallel to my life. Actually, exactly like my life. Case in point: my blog was supposed to be a showcase for my artwork and fiberous things, but I rant about things and terrorize my boyfriend.

The point is, I've figured out how I'm going to make my mark on the literary world! (Aside from writing a young adult series about mermaids because mermaids are so the new vampires.)

I can write memoirs and autobiographies! Or just one autobiography because that's how that works. Because I'm best at being me, and people would totally pay to read about my past and my opinions.

Or maybe that's just how it works in my head. The real point is, be nice to me because you might end up in my book.

Now I just need to do something interesting...