Isamu Fukui doesn't make lemonade out of life's lemons, he makes the whole lemonade factory. As a fifteen year old high school student, he vented his frustrations by secretly writing a novel about a dystopia in which the world is run like a school. Unbeknownst to him, his father found out, and instead of sending his son to a psychiatrist (I'm extrapolating here), sent the manuscript to a publisher. Three years later, Fukui is still in high school with a critically acclaimed, published novel and a contract for two more.
Write a book for yourself alone, so you can say just what you want, let someone else promote it, and have the publishers come begging you for more. Works for me! And a far better use of teen ambition than working for gender-blind college dorm rooms.
