Channy's Journals #2

School starts in approximately two days, and I more ready than I ever have been for anything. (Besides fifty cent corn dog days at Sonic) Anyway, I probably should have been doing these all summer, but I decided to put them off until the very last moment because past me hates future me. I actually hate corn dogs. I like to write though. I wrote the beginning to a short story about a boy with dirty blonde hair, who has Hispanic, and blonde best friends. I'll wrap that up in my last post as I have no idea where  I'm going to go with it after where I ended. I set it up to where the group goes on a big adventure and something bad happens so that is probably what will end up happening. I just don't really know the specifics yet. I'm going to try and let it come to me because that is what I did in the set up stage. I tried to make it as detailed as I possibly could without getting bored. I get bored easily when writing and I just end up not finishing the story. It really is a curse. So many good stories have been lost due to my inability to keep my mind on one thing at a time. Usually, I have to take breaks when I am writing so I can keep interest in whatever it is I am writing about. This often times leads to continuity errors in my writing, which I hate. There is just so much to write about with such little time. I keep saying write but I obviously mean type, because my penmanship is akin to a pile of manure. It's really bad, and I do not know how to fix it. It's been relatively the same since elementary. Every once in a while, I get a little glimpse of what could be in an alternate reality. I write a letter amazingly and it looks beautiful and I get as happy as a little school girl. Then I have to erase it and all the happiness gets released from my head. I also hate when people don't finish their