Close but not quite

Darn it! I posted it! I've been having dreams of writing a book entitled Close but not quite, which is supposed to be about a protagonist (I'm not sure about the character yet) who’s mediocre and a wallflower. I'm planning it to be a relatable and dull story...and I intend it to be dull, because that's the kind of life boring people have...

You know how people are remembered because they're either over-achievers or really terrible? Like in class, how teachers remember the really smart ones as well as the notorious ones? While the rest of the class consisted of classroom fillers who were in between? And they eventually fade away from memory...so that in 5-10 years, when the mundane student greets his/her teacher, the teacher won't be able to recall who that student is? My story is going to be about that kind of ordinary person.

I suppose there's too much drama in literature. Superheroes, villains, mad scientists, damsels in distress, ridiculously good-looking princes....all extremes! It's about time someone wrote about the ordinary person...right? Oh well.

I think I'm bitter. But the fact that I just admitted that I'm ordinary made me feel a bit better. I'm not a genius nor am I stupid...I'm not drop-dead gorgeous, but I believe (and hope) that I'm not butt-ugly...I'm not a super good girl nor a biatch. I'm just space filler. But perhaps, all of us fillers should celebrate our being ordinary. We contribute to social balance...I think. Otherwise, who will the oppressors oppress? Who will leaders lead? You know that type of thing.

But I have a strong feeling that Close but not quite will never actually come out. It will be a fleeting, artistic urge...not that there's much imagination involved.

(Why the title? It just came to mind...yeah, I know, not really attractive to publishers)