Positive Mental Attitude...

I am a writer. I consume my own emotion for the thoughtfulness of writing for others. I appreciate what people say about my art work, whether it be in the simple yet sometimes crucial form of words, or whether it has been drawn in lines on a piece of simple white paper.

'It is a fact that in life, people rarely receive what they want. For if they do receive one thing, they move on to the next desire, creating a vicious cycle of lies and deceit to get to what they want. Yet, it is also another terrible fact in life that in order to get what you want, you must trample on those perhaps less fortunate than yourselves. Most of these selfish thieves have no self certainty or secularity in there heart or minds at all.'

A little section from my book there. I'm still thinking of a title. I was thinking 'The harsh truths of an ending world' or 'One fire down, another to go' something along the lines of sarcastic yet... simple.

Now, if you are reading this, and have read my last 'hub' as they are called, you will know I am not an amazing writer, or blogger. My mother has decided that with my certain 'sarcastic' talent she will sell me out to blogging. This however is not the only reason I have started a blog, or joined his site. The truth is, I want people to give feedback on my writing. I did not decide that until I logged in today however.

I somewhat have a subtle dream of having one book published. Not for the sheer fact that I want it to be sold worldwide, win awards, make millions of copies and sell them for my own selfish pleasure of living in a beautiful house with a swimming pool. Not at all, yet I have always wanted to know the feeling of walking through the isles of WHSmiths, and encountering one moment where all you can look at is that one book, with your name on the front cover. With your own personal creation inside of it. Of course, the better feeling would perhaps be that all of your books were sold out. 

Yet as my family has always said, 'beggars cannot be choosers' which brings me to the matter of my daily thoughts. Am I able to publish a book, MY book? Am I even able to write a book is actually the first thing I was thinking, yet my words came out in the wrong order. This is what makes me doubt myself.

After a highly inspirational 'prep-talk' last night from one of the youth workers at my youth club that I attend every Friday, I began to think. The theme for this month is 'mapping your race', and after countless games of answering questions with a buzzer which consisted of throwing a blue plate into the air, catching it and then answering a question (about pirates), the team I was chosen to be captain of won the most cardboard to make a ship out of. Now, we weren't allowed to keep the ship in the room, because they have no imagination like me and my familiars, as normal teenagers believe (besides from myself) 'because they are adults'. Anyway, back to the matter.
We made our ship (which inconsequently we won, because I was the mascot at the front, like the mermaid on those ships, wearing a pink cowboy hat with an empty green tissue box as our flag), and it got taken away. We sobbed out hearts our for about thirty seconds until we realised that one of our friends had food. And then the 'prep-talk' began. And he came up on stage, introduced himself by saying he wanted to be a royal marine when he was younger. And we wondered what on earth this had to do with maps and pirates. Yet his speech became further and further away from the subject of 'mapping your race' when he started talking about how he used to play rugby. Yet, magically, within five minutes he had managed to make us believe that the subject of rugby was a part of what he was saying. 

PMA. Now, for all of you that do not know his phrase, it means positive mental attitude. All of you must know what that is.
So he stood on the stage at the front and we stared at him like lunatics for a while as he described one of his opposing team players to be 'nine feet tall, six feet wide, and as well built as the wall behind me'. Now, being surrounded by 12 year olds, I could tell that most people there would not understand what exactly he was trying to say metaphorically. Yet I did.
He then went to talk on about how his coach was forever saying 'you've lost this game before you've even got off the bus'. Now, if you've never encountered a 'prep-talk' at my youth club (which you probably haven't) it has to be one of the most boring things, yet it makes sense.

The big question now, will I choose PMA over UPMA (un-positive mental attitude)... it is a tough decision. And whilst I attempt to write some more of my book, I will think over my choices.

I will leave you now with a haiku of mine called 'Fear', which I wrote a while back now. Enjoy.

Fear is only real
If you believe that it is.
Don't fall for the trap.

Fear is the only
Thing in your life that will hold
You back forever.

Hayley.