A few sweet memories

A memory came back to me and I wanted to share it with the world.
In 4th grade my class had a project that I swear was perfectly built for me. The project was to make a book. It was PERFECT! We got to choose a design for our blank books and then a few weeks later the teacher gave us our blank books. I was so excited to fill the book up with words and pictures it was just the greatest project in the whole world to me. After quickly finishing up my short story I started drawing and writing in it right away and then I was the first to be done. Years later I look back and laugh at it. Not because it's bad and not because it was a funny story. (Well maybe a little) I laugh at it because it's so funny how much I've changed. (And how terrible an artist I was at that time) The thing I remember most was thinking that it was the greatest thing ever. When you're little the thought that things are possible and what you have happens to be the greatest thing ever is really easy. But when you get older you can see that the biggest competition is not only the rest of the people in the world but yourself.
Anyway years later another project that was totally built for me was in 8th grade english class. We were reading the alchemist and we had to take one scene from the first part of the book and turn it into a comic page. When our teacher told us this I could NOT stop thinking "THIS PROJECT IS TOTALLY PERFECT FOR ME!" I gave it everything I had even though our teacher said "I'm not grading you on artistic ability". As the class "artist" everyone said YOU'RE SO GOOD! NO FAIR WHY DO YOU DRAW SO GOOD?! I hate you Jane you draw TOO good! Wow and stuff like that. I felt so happy.
Later I don't know what my relationship is with this person but she asked me "What do you want to be when you grow up?" I said "an author" without even thinking. Every day it becomes clear that I long to sing but my destiny is writing and drawing. (And writing songs about my characters)

-Just Jane

“One person with a belief is equal to a force of 99 who have only interests.”
 – John Stuart Mill

I've finally decided. . .

A few days ago I went to the library and checked out a book called Web Comics for Teens (Michael Duggan) and today I decided to actually read some of it. Then the thought of making a real website (sorry webs.com) came to mind. Later I read book three of a manga that I already forgot what it's called and was deeply inspired to start writing all over again. I also had a really cool blog post in mind but after a few minutes of staring at my toes wondering if they're abnormal and playing Fiesta online I lost all the data in my brain. Either way these High defenition glasses help me see that I need to start moving foward. (Not literally)

-Just Jane

"The ability to convert ideas to things is the secret to outward success."
-Henry Ward Beecher

signs of destiny

Hello world it's Just Jane.
This morning I woke up and mentally said "I wanna be proud of myself". For those of you who don't speak Jane (I think that would be all of you) that translates to "I wanna draw really well or sing really well right now!". Then I thought about many things for a while. For example all my "destenies" are connected. When I write I want to draw. I can't draw without music most of the time. When I hear music it makes me want to play it or sing it. But most normal people of only 1 destiny. (a.k.a 1 career) How can I choose one if all of them are connected? Which is why I want to do all three! But that might take a lot of work. How can anyone go to three colleges and still stay in the same age range? It's not possible. If it is please let me know before I graduate.
Anyway I've been drawing trees lately. Whenever I draw a rally nice tree I say "I'm so proud of myself". That probably sounds kind of selfish but the thing is in the past . . . . long amount of time I've been failing and saying "Jane you're such a failure.".
What's your destiny?

-Just Jane

"If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that it where they should be. Now put foundations under them."
-Henry David Thoreau