I can’t tell you exactly when I decided to a writer. Or why I wanted to be one other than the fact that I love stories. I do know that from a young age I wanted to do nothing more than write and be able to see my name on a book stashed on a library shelf somewhere. And that determination propelled me onward despite rejections, uncertainties of what story to tell, and the time I accidentally erased a flash drive with all my work on it.
Like most writers, I’ve always been a bookworm, using books to see a new world, experience new things, and go on many adventures. I’ve read so many books that I can’t remember them all. While others I can still recall with clarity. And quite a few I can’t remember until I see a tattered cover and all the memories come flooding back.
I write mostly for myself. My first stories were little things I wrote to pass the time honestly. Little stories, greatly inspired by the books I loved at the time namely chapter books series like, Goosebumps and The Babysitters Club, with great friendships and some adventures. Even now I write stories about people and topics that interest me first, with others with similar tastes might find much to their liking. Stories are both are a way for me to entertain but to tell things I can’t always say directly.
If I was to give any advice to anyone starting to write stories is to always carry around a sturdy notebook, a few pens, so you can always write. I say this from experience. I have written on buses, in dimly movie theaters, on a rock overlooking the sea, in a corner in a bookstores, waiting at doctor appointments, on a bench in the library, and standing in a rapidly moving train, and more places whenever I spare a moment. While I can’t say my handwriting is the best, but it was more about thinking about the idea and what words to put together.
Publishing my book is the culmination of a long cherished dream. It’s a dream my family and friends have heard about for years and encouraged me as much as they teased me. It’s a dream I didn’t think I’ll fulfill, as often as it comes with dreams held on for a very long time. And it’s a dream that feels special in a time where every moment holds a precious weight.
Today I publish a book, and with a great deal of the luck it’ll be the first of many to come.