Mission Accomplished, sort of

So yesterday I officially finished my freshman year of college.

In a way, completing my freshman year feels good, great even. Spectacular. But would I live it over? I'm not sure. I made great friends, learned from some mistakes (luckily not too many) and came out relatively unscathed.

I finished my freshman year, yet there is so much I want to accomplish. There are more paths to blaze and more goals to make and reach.

This summer, I am editing the fantasy novel that I wrote. The book is a story in itself. I've been writing it for about 6 years now. Since I was 14. I'll be 20 in July. At this point in my life, the book is both an accomplishment and a nuisance. Sometimes, while editing it, I feel as if it's mocking me. I know that sounds crazy. But it's true, it's like the fact that I sometimes don't know what to do with it gets me sometimes.

I am also working on another book this summer.

One day, I will be published. I promise myself that much.