Official Writer
On July 19th, 2014 is the day I became an OFFICIAL writer! Why? I received payment for something I wrote. No, seriously, I did.
It was only $55, but that payment was MINE. It was something I WROTE on MY computer. I honestly felt like crying when I got the payment. It's been a long, hard road, but I'm doing it. I'm DOING IT!!!
So many things went through my mind when I got the payment. How my parents told me I would own up to nothing. How my father told me I would never own up to nothing more then living on the streets. Then to finally reach a goal I thought impossible.....it's a huge blow. Regardless of what people said about me in the past all that has happened in my life has made me stronger. From being thrown out on my ass for no other crime than just trying to make the right decisions in my life to just being myself......it's all finally starting to pay off.
I'm so glad. Happy. Proud. Grateful. Words can't describe it. I still have a long way to go. I still need to remember to be humble. I believe I'm a good writer, but I don't want to believe my own hype. I know I still have a long ways to go to improve my writing. I've met many other writers who are better then I am. But I managed to hit one of the major milestones I've been going for ever since I picked up that first notebook and began to write my first stories.
I can even remember what first sparked my writing curiosity. My mom had given me a new notebook with an extra plastic flip over cover. I thought it was the coolest thing. I couldn't have been older then ten or eleven I think. In a book I was reading I came across a writing prompt that suggested I write about what I wanted to happen during the school year and what I expected.
I remember opening that nifty notebook and writing down what I thought. How I hope during the school year I would make new friends. How I wished I would be able to finally heal from my grandma dying. I can't remember exactly what I wrote, but after I was done I had filled up almost the entire page. And you know what?
After I got done writing that whole page of my thoughts and feelings I felt better. This was during the time after my grandma had died no more then a year or two ago. She and I had been very close. For a long time I had been hurting after she had passed away. I felt physically ill most days. Others I didn't even want to leave the house. I wasn't even twelve at the time if I remember correctly. Anyway, after I got done writing that one page I realized something.
For the twenty minutes it too me to write out that whole page I had stopped hurting. I had not missed my grandma that whole time. The pain was still there, of course, but for just those twenty minutes I had escaped it. When the pain came back I felt just a little bit stronger. I was able to face another day at school. Despite all the bullying I had to face, and being put down. I managed to make it through the year. When the next year rolled around I was fully engaged in keeping my own journal. I also began to write poetry. Towards middle school I switched over to story writing, and stuck with it ever since.
Weird how life has turned out for me. Right now I'm standing on the very edge of fully defining my own life. Looking at the person I was then and the person I am now I'm glad I can write. For me, my writing has provided an escape. A source of strength. A source of inspiration to face the world. It's also what has allowed me to set my soul free. To soar above all the pain and cruelty I had to face growing up. Writing even helped me to make some long life friends who have helped me even to this day.
I'm grateful to the people who have helped me make it this far. Not only my friends, but the people who I worked with, or provided a kind word. Even the reviewers who took the time to read my writing and give me some advice on how to improve it. It's all come together for me to take a step down the path I've been wanting to go down for such a long time....
So, to anyone who reads this, thank you.
It was only $55, but that payment was MINE. It was something I WROTE on MY computer. I honestly felt like crying when I got the payment. It's been a long, hard road, but I'm doing it. I'm DOING IT!!!
So many things went through my mind when I got the payment. How my parents told me I would own up to nothing. How my father told me I would never own up to nothing more then living on the streets. Then to finally reach a goal I thought impossible.....it's a huge blow. Regardless of what people said about me in the past all that has happened in my life has made me stronger. From being thrown out on my ass for no other crime than just trying to make the right decisions in my life to just being myself......it's all finally starting to pay off.
I'm so glad. Happy. Proud. Grateful. Words can't describe it. I still have a long way to go. I still need to remember to be humble. I believe I'm a good writer, but I don't want to believe my own hype. I know I still have a long ways to go to improve my writing. I've met many other writers who are better then I am. But I managed to hit one of the major milestones I've been going for ever since I picked up that first notebook and began to write my first stories.
I can even remember what first sparked my writing curiosity. My mom had given me a new notebook with an extra plastic flip over cover. I thought it was the coolest thing. I couldn't have been older then ten or eleven I think. In a book I was reading I came across a writing prompt that suggested I write about what I wanted to happen during the school year and what I expected.
I remember opening that nifty notebook and writing down what I thought. How I hope during the school year I would make new friends. How I wished I would be able to finally heal from my grandma dying. I can't remember exactly what I wrote, but after I was done I had filled up almost the entire page. And you know what?
After I got done writing that whole page of my thoughts and feelings I felt better. This was during the time after my grandma had died no more then a year or two ago. She and I had been very close. For a long time I had been hurting after she had passed away. I felt physically ill most days. Others I didn't even want to leave the house. I wasn't even twelve at the time if I remember correctly. Anyway, after I got done writing that one page I realized something.
For the twenty minutes it too me to write out that whole page I had stopped hurting. I had not missed my grandma that whole time. The pain was still there, of course, but for just those twenty minutes I had escaped it. When the pain came back I felt just a little bit stronger. I was able to face another day at school. Despite all the bullying I had to face, and being put down. I managed to make it through the year. When the next year rolled around I was fully engaged in keeping my own journal. I also began to write poetry. Towards middle school I switched over to story writing, and stuck with it ever since.
Weird how life has turned out for me. Right now I'm standing on the very edge of fully defining my own life. Looking at the person I was then and the person I am now I'm glad I can write. For me, my writing has provided an escape. A source of strength. A source of inspiration to face the world. It's also what has allowed me to set my soul free. To soar above all the pain and cruelty I had to face growing up. Writing even helped me to make some long life friends who have helped me even to this day.
I'm grateful to the people who have helped me make it this far. Not only my friends, but the people who I worked with, or provided a kind word. Even the reviewers who took the time to read my writing and give me some advice on how to improve it. It's all come together for me to take a step down the path I've been wanting to go down for such a long time....
So, to anyone who reads this, thank you.