Stories

I wonder again and again how people become good enough at writing or telling their stories to get published.  I often think that there are a number of events that have occurred in my life that I would love to share.  But the fact of the matter is this: my vocabulary is somewhat small, I am not a great writer, and I often remember details in a way that is really difficult for me to put into words.  Have I mentioned this before?  I want to be a writer someday.  I am using this blog as practice. 

There is a funny thing that I do.  I journal.  That is not the funny part.  When I read my journals over after some time, I find them to be completely immature for about 90% of the time and the rest of the time, I think that my entries are true brilliance.  Maybe I am just biased and it is all a bunch of bullshit.  That is likely.  

I come up with stories in my mind though, stories which are so true, but at time I can exaggerate them just a little bit and I think-is this really my life?!  How did I get here?  There are times when I feel like I am walking through my own life like a zombie and I have ended up in places (most of them good) wondering how I've gotten to that point.  Anyway...here I am, rambling again.  So, I suppose this is goodnight.