I have always known, deep in my heart, that I wanted to be a writer. Other occupations such as wrestler, footballer, end of the world saviour and chess grand master, flirted with me along the sidelines, but nothing cemented deep in my soul as much as writing did. It claimed me if you will.
Even though I looked forward to playing football for my school, competing in chess competitions and recorder practice, nothing willed me to school as much as reading day. I was the quiet introvert(I have not grown out of this nor will I ever) that would be teased by the girls and laughed at or beaten upby the boys. I had my stories though!
Many of the kids had to borrow books from the library but I came armed with my own. Books such as Red Dwarfs Last Human and Stephen Kings Wizard and Glass were read during my school time (yes maybe I was a bit too young for Stephen King, but hey, I was an early bloomer). Unlike many of the other kids who would boast that there birthday and Christmas presents were computer games and other top devices back then. Mine were pretty simple.
Notebooks, pens, pencils (when I was twelve I once cried that a pencil broke on the first day of using it, I thought it was the end of the world), books and films (VHS) filled my presents. I was ecstatic.
Family members would worry about my tendency to write dark. I’m an optimistic and happy person, the majority of the time, so find the dark appealing to write. Also, it is fun. When my parents found that I wrote a story detailing an assassination with the gory details included, they feared for their ten year old. Still to this day they are worried about my writing and my love of dark stories and films.
I have always been socially awkward. In my early twenties I use to go out for drinks a lot but was always nervous of it. Many of it the time spent lost in my own thoughts and the storylines floating my mind. Sitting and listening to the small talk.
To me, writing is everything, with the exception of my family. Even though I have many doubters, (stop living in the clouds, you won’t be a writer. Just be grateful for the job you have. You don’t see ‘insert name here’ complaining about there life. They have a baby you know –just a few things I get told) I will thrive to my dying breath to be the best writer I can be. Be it a scriptwriter, a novelist, a blogger or tweeter, I have just come into my own and now can say I write. I’m a writer. Next stop. Successful writer! We are in this together and I will support anyone that shares a similar enthusiasm and goal.
Just to brighten the mood a little. I have recently finished the Sibling novel and now at a deciding point. I have started my editing process, and my writing of a novella, but have another plan too. My first love other than writing a novel was scriptwriting. So this year I plan to write at least a feature length script and send it off.
Should I allow the editing process be finished and novel released before starting this? Or shall I just see how much I can get written in between? Humm. Any tips? Advice?
Thank you so much for reading. If you have struggled or had similar issues please let me know. It’s nice to get things out and talk.