I get to write at least two articles this week for Practical Homeschooling. One is on the recent NCFA tournament held at PHC, and the other is on tools parents can use to help teach their children about Internet safety and ethics. My mom has all the stuff together in folders, and all I have to do is read it all, do a little research on my own, and slap the things together. Last issue I also wrote two features as well as two spotlight reviews.

Altogether I like writing articles much better than researching the contact and pricing information for thousands of product reviews. Still, it never seems quite real to me. It's part of a job; I write what I'm commissioned to write, and then it disappears. I have a vague notion that people will probably read it, but it doesn't mean much to me. They read it because it is in my mother's magazine, not because of any inherent merit of my own. I'm not complaining. It's a wonderful opportunity to be able to be published at my age. I guess I'm just ambitious.

I want to publish my history project as an actual book, but so far I've been lethargic about it. Still, yes, that's what I need to do.

I also want to publish some of my stories, but I'm not sure who would want them. I'm paralyzed internally because I know how I need to look, but I don't know where. I'm sure this is the paralysis that marks the gap between "writer" and "wannabe." Therefore, I need to bridge it.

This is me being both bored and intimidated. Yet I am facing two things I know I must do. I suppose this builds character. ;)  ¶ 10:39 AM