“You wrote a book?”
Published: Thursday, April 25, 2013
Updated: Thursday, April 25, 2013 18:04
“You wrote a book? How did you do it?” This is a question that I get asked all the time. The truthful answer is: I sit down, with my notebook next to me, and after creating a plotline in my mind, I write.
Although being extremely passionate about writing can make me feel wonderful at times, it of course comes with some ups and downs. Being a college student and an aspiring author at the same time is a lot harder than it actually sounds.
Many ideas pop into my mind every single day—whether I’m sitting in class, I’m out with my friends, or when I can’t sleep in the middle of the night. These ideas are still important to me, even though I may not use them in the future, so I write them down.
I wrote my first actual book this past summer, when an idea that I’d had in the back of my mind for a while seemed far more important than any of the other story ideas I had thought of previously. As a camp leader that spent every single day from 8:30 a.m. to 3:30 p.m. with 27 little kindergarteners, naturally, I was exhausted at the end of the day, but this didn’t stop me from writing.
For me, writing is a wonderful escape from reality. I can create characters, make them do whatever I please, name them whatever I want, and write their story. They are mine, and nobody else can change them. Writing gives me great chances to really channel my inner creative side that I don’t always get to show to people. For me, writing shows who I truly am.
As a child, I really didn’t enjoy reading—probably because the books that I was assigned to read in school, I didn’t really like. As I got older, I decided to stick my nose in a few more books other than the ones I was required to read for school.
At the age of eight, my grandmother had purchased a book for me, which looked rather promising. The cover immediately caught my attention. I’d stare at the picture of a boy with a lightning scar on his head, as he flew around what looked like a castle on a broomstick, as my grandmother read to me the adventures of the boy named Harry at a school of witchcraft.
After continuing to read of Harry’s adventures by myself, as I grew older, I knew that I wanted to be an author. To say that JK Rowling is an inspiration of mine is a rather large understatement. I want the life that she has so terribly, and although it’s quite far ahead of me, I know it’s not all that impossible to reach.
Of course I doubt myself. I always believe that my writing isn’t good enough, that nobody will be interested in my stories that I find so intriguing, but with the kind words of my friends and family, I know that I can get somewhere with my dreams.
A favorite author of mine once responded to an extremely lengthy email I sent her, saying that she can see how much of a strong writer I am. To know that a well known, published author views me, a college student, as a strong writer, really does mean the world. If anything, her wonderful words fueled my passion more so than ever before.
I also want to inspire people with my writing. I can’t even begin to explain to you how much I adore inspirational books, and how many I’ve read throughout my lifetime. Books can move people to do such incredible things, and I want to do that for others. I’d love for people to be inspired and motivated because of me.
Viewing myself as an author in the future isn’t really that hard to imagine. Writing is something I can see myself doing for the rest of my life, as long as I push myself to the best of my ability. I can’t wait to see my name on a Barnes and Nobles shelf next to well-known authors. I promised myself that I can’t stop, and won’t stop until I reach my goals and publish 40,000 words of my own personal thoughts and feelings.