Hello all! I’m sorry for the absence once again; I’ve been busy setting up my YouTube channel and taking summer classes (which have recently ended). I’ll be making a post about my YouTube channel as soon as I get over my camera shyness and actually record something, haha! This post, however, is going to about something else.
I decided that, in order to get myself into the habit of posting at least once a week, I’d have to start writing about very personal subjects, especially if they relate to a writing lifestyle. As such, I’m definitely going to post more about my depression and how it affects my writing, my general drafting routine, how I force myself to write (even when I don’t want to), and one of the biggest struggles I come across when I’m writing, or thinking of writing, anything – insecurity. Today, however, is going to be dedicated to why I write, and what led me to write in the first place.
In elementary school, I was the student that read the most books. I actually got a trophy from the school library for checking out the most books out of the entire student body. I read anything I could get my tiny hands on – fantasy, science fiction, the original, insanely dark Little Mermaid, the encyclopedia, history books, a book filled with Garfield comic strips, etc. Anything that happened to catch my eye was checked out immediately and read within a few days. I had an appetite to read that, to this day, I still don’t understand. It never occurred to me, however, to write my own story.
That is, until the fourth grade.
One of the many things I had to do in my fourth-grade class was a creative writing assignment. The assignment was pretty simple: write a story with your favorite cartoon character that has a beginning, a middle, and an end. Flash fanfiction, essentially. For whatever reason, I chose Sonic the Hedgehog as my protagonist and wrote (and illustrated!) a story in which Sonic saves the world from a Martian who had come to Earth in order to plunder its resources, causing several natural disasters as a result. Looking back at the story, it was pretty intense. California broke off of the United States and sank into the sea, causing thousands to die. Earthquakes tore several cities apart. It was chaos (although, if Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson wants to make this story into a disaster movie, with him starring as Sonic, he knows where to contact me).
Anyway, when the due date arrived, I showed up with my Sonic plushie (for increased visual effect) and read my story to the class. And they adored it. They were latched onto my every word, gasping when California got destroyed and cheering when Sonic finally defeated the alien. After I finished reading, the class broke out into applause and, for the first time ever, I knew that I wanted to write more. I wanted to tell stories that people enjoyed, that made people feel things. I enjoyed having my classmates come up to me during lunch and ask me more questions about the story. I knew right then and there that I wanted to grow up and be an author.
When I moved into middle school, I didn’t really do much creative writing. I did write a poem for a journalism class in the seventh grade that got published in Young Writers of America, but aside from that, I wasn’t doing much writing. I was still reading a lot of books, but not as many as before. Middle school is where my depression began rearing its ugly head, and that greatly affected my whole personality. Eventually, when I reached high school, I began writing short stories and started to learn how to draft novels. I took several creative writing classes and started many novels, but never actually finished them.
It wasn’t until my freshman year in college that I started drafting my novel Mage Killers, which I first started drafting in November 2015 and did not finish until October 2017. I still haven’t really finished Mage Killers (it still needs to go through several revisions), but I’m beyond happy that I’m on the path to becoming an author. I’m that much closer to my dream and I know fourth-grade me would be stoked to see me that much closer to being published.
Anyway, that is my story and my reason for writing! I hope everyone reading this has a wonderful day, an illustrious writing career, and a fruitful first draft.