When I was 16, I had just gone through my first break-up. I had left the school I’d been going to for the past year, and gone back to online school, meaning I spent my days at home. I had cut myself off from all the friends I’d had due to circumstances from the year before, and I felt completely alone in the world. It was during this time that I took up something I had placed aside for several years: story writing.
At the age of 11, I was obsessed with writing stories, and determined to become an author when I grew up. I wrote all my fantastic tales of adventure out by hand, and when I was done I would staple together all the lined pages into a book and make a little title page for them. Among the most memorable were The Secret Series, For Tolpia, and Twinland. Needless to say, they were extraordinarily cringy, but I would always see them through to completion, and was always invested in them and very proud when I finished a project.
When I got a little bit older, I realized I wasn’t the great novelist I had fancied myself and so I turned my attention to acting for a while, which later brought me to go to a performing arts high school for a year, which led me to my lonely year of online school. I was left with a few starved, sad dreams which I started to make into a story of my own.
It was the most cliche romance plot imaginable, about a girl named Ivy with a terrible heart disease who falls in love with a boy named Eric, and they get married before she dies tragically in his arms. It’s pretty bad, but the main point, the only reason why I’m still a little bit proud of what I wrote then, is that I finished it. I wrote the entire thing, all 109 pages of it, and though the world may never see it at least I proved to myself that I can write a whole novel, which is why I mentioned it. I go back to it sometimes, just to remind myself of that fact.
Lately I’ve let fear take over a little bit too much. I want to write, to start projects and have business ideas. I’ve wanted to keep exercising my creativity even when I’m unsure what to do with it. And recently I came up with another idea for a novel. I don’t know for sure where this is going to take me, but I’ve started planning it out and I’ve written a handful of pages, and I think this might actually go somewhere. By which I mean I might actually try to do something with it instead of just hide it away and never let anybody read it lol.
Anyway I just wanted to update the blog on my current creativity and content producing status, and hold myself to it. This is going to be a big project but I’ve decided I want to put the work in and actually try to complete it. Soo wish me luck!