I want to be Meg Cabot.
I mean, look at her! She churns out a book a month? And I'm sitting here scribbling some ratty confusing nonsense which I get tired of when it turns too autobiographical. She's so glamorous. The closest I get to being glamorous is leafing through Vogue, walking over to my closet and pulling out the same floppy yellow T-shirt (the one which has a picture of a baby chick followed by a picture of a magnet. Yup.) She gets to write stories about princesses and teenage girls and pop culture for a LIVING. She travels all over the place and people CRAVE for her books. A total of 4 people read my blog.
Like I said, no fair. I wanna be THAT.
Okayyy, maybe she was somewhere close to where I am when she was my age. Sigh. Maybe I'll get there someday. Till then, it's quite a relief to lose myself in Mia world . Waaaah, I miss my teens.
I really must quit whining.
Ooh, all you girls (and boys, if you happen to be interested), check out her blog. http://www.megcabot.com/
Oh and another one of my favourite authors. http://www.annbrashares.net/ I really want to create characters the way she does.
Oh wait, a total of THREE people read this blog.
I'm shutting up. Go read.