Lost Advice

You would think all the years of good and bad advice one would eventually learn to take and keep some and put it to good use. When I was 10 or 11 and my aunt came to visit you would think the one thing she said that still sticks in my head I would do. 'Keep everything you write'. Had I, I would be in a different line of thinking and writing. I started writing a novel when I was 15 and it was pretty awesome. It was about this Ukrainian Architecht, forgetting the name though creative it was, he goes through some kind of psychosis or something I think he had multiple personalities and it was a psychological thriller type book. I'd love to write more of those, how I wish I had kept it I'd be a famous selling author by now. But I guess it's time to start over. I haven't quite decided yet how I will introduce myself to the author world. Romance, Comedy, just pure fucked up ness. I'm thinking of the drug induced, university student mixed up sort of thing. Where I could imagine myself at this point. My life but more exciting and glamourous, not so much highschool-dropout-college-freshman-drugless-washed-out-alcoholic-hippie-stilllivingwithmotherandgrandparents. I'd like to stay away from the Romance to begin with. Maybe something miniscual in the first book. I don't think I'd be into writing sequels or trilogies. Too much of something is never a good thing. Girl or Boy, point of view, protagonist and antagonist. So many parts to consider. I never was good at planning out those types of things, I usually just wrote and wrote and wrote. I still have some cool things lying around I think, or maybe I transfered them to blog and threw them away. Stupid move since I deleted a lot of blog and now those thoughts are forever lost somewhere, not here. I'm always more concerned with the whole editorslashpublisher thing. Who would I want to represent me, or more seriously who would want to represent me? I guess I should be focusing more on what I should write first. I kind of have an idea and it's sure to blow some minds. I won't spill the beans yet until I get a few chapters done, perhaps I'll write it on another blog for viewing pleasure. I want it to be like a living nightmare type deal. Something you could never imagine right off the bat, a psychological thriller in a batcave at 40 below and you're a young Bruce Wayne type thing. I still have an hour and a half... I could come up with a rough draft. I should go now. More updates later.