What's there to say here?
I'm just your average 19-year-old girl who's still trying to decide what to do with her life, and throughout my 19 years of living, all I've learned is that I know nothing of what the future holds for me. Absolutely nothing. That's both scary and exciting (... but mostly scary).
My writing is a work in progress, though saying that is a stretch considering what little progress has been made. Creating stories has always been something I've enjoyed, but I lack the focus necessary to make any sort of career out of it - at least for now. I've lost count of how many novels and short stories I've begun, only to abandon them because of diminished interest or just plain getting stuck. As of today, I've only finished one project (unless you count the Halloween story I wrote when I was in fourth grade). It seems that while I can write a good start, it's the middle and the end parts that trip me up.
Currently, I'm working on the beginning of a novel that I started way back in December, and so far, I honestly think it's the best thing I've ever written. I hope that I'll break my bad habits with this story, 'cause I think it could be something special if given the chance to be; I want it to be my first novel that crosses that finish line. Maybe if I work hard enough that'll actually happen.