Inner demons
YES! I'm finally finished. I have my first draft, typed and printed out. I'm so proud of myself. Eight months ago, i challenged myself to write a novel. The rules were to keep writing until it's finished, even if it turned out to be a bunch of crap. To my surprise I wrote my ass off, and am really happy with the results. I've been writing stories since I was just a wee brat. I thought that i didnt have the mental stamina to write an entire novel. I would quit each time i would try, mostly because i didnt believe i had the talent to do so, and maybe i don't, who knows. But i did it. That's more than some can say, right? I am realistic about my writing though. I'm not educated by any means. I dropped out of high school when i was sixteen and lived on the streets for a large part of my teen years. I spent most of that time on drugs, and making crazy mistakes that followed me way into my adult years. I am self taught when it comes to my grammar and english skills, which basically means that i don't know shit. I'm a terrible technical writer, and an even worse speller. But i think i tell good stories, and have more ideas than i know what to do with. I didn't start writing with the thoughts of getting published. My goal was to just write, tell a story that i'm stoked to tell, and love what i do. When i get better, and learn everything i need to know about the industry, then i will trudge forward into the scary world of publish writers, and try to become one myself. I don't need my name in writing to feel like i've left my imprint on the world, but i would really like people to read what i have to say. Mostly young people though. I remember growing up, feeling so lost and misunderstood, until i read a book, or listened to a song that seemed to speak directly to me, even if the words had nothing to with me or my life. The important thing was that it took me to a place that was somewhere other than the horrible real world. That's the imprint i want to leave.
Now, my problems lie within myself. My own personal demons, who sit on my shoulder, telling me that what i've done isn't good enough, that i am not interesting enough, mostly that i'm not smart enough and everyone will see through that in my writing. But luckily for me, i'm not a quitter. Someday teens will read my books, and they will feel something. I'll keep writing until the day i die, to make that happen.
Now, my problems lie within myself. My own personal demons, who sit on my shoulder, telling me that what i've done isn't good enough, that i am not interesting enough, mostly that i'm not smart enough and everyone will see through that in my writing. But luckily for me, i'm not a quitter. Someday teens will read my books, and they will feel something. I'll keep writing until the day i die, to make that happen.