I know I've already told you this, but I started writing when I was about 6, 7 years old. It was my way into a whole new world. I controlled that world and everything happened the way I wanted it to be. It became a place I’d hide or go to when things in my own life didn't go so well. It made me feel better, it recharged my battery.
Reading the stories I wrote years ago makes me feel uncomfortable. I put so much emotion into those stories. I never wanted someone to read it. I didn't want them to know what I was dealing with. Even now, I can feel how I felt when I wrote a certain part. I didn't want anybody else to feel that too. I stopped writing for a while. I had no idea what to write about and when I did, I got stuck around page 4. So I gave up. But for a long time I felt like I missed something. Until I picked up one of the stories I couldn't finish before and began writing again. I didn't really like the story so I started writing a new one. I kept writing and before I realized it I was at 53 pages, 43.985 words and 220.326 characters. When I saw that I was proud. I love the story I’m writing and the 2 people who read a part of it can’t wait for me to finish it. I always dreamed about publishing a book and seeing it in a bookstore. I’m very realistic and I know I will probably never write a ‘Harry Potter’ or something with as much success but I’m totally fine with that! The thing I can’t wait for, is receiving a package with my book, published and printed, ready to show it to others. I like to read a book in bed, before I go to sleep. I pull all my pillows against the headboard, get comfortable, pull my blankets up high and read in complete silence. I zone out. I get so into the book that I forget that I’m just reading it. A good book plays in my head, like a movie. To me, there is nothing better than a good book. I can only imagine, someone else pulling all the pillows to their headboard, getting comfortable and reading my book. Telling their friends that they should also read it. For now, it’s just a dream. But believe me, I will do everything I can to make my dream my reality. I know that I’m not the only one with a dream. I bet you have a few yourself. If you don’t, start dreaming! BIG! The first time I started thinking about publishing one of my stories, I was with my grandma and I was about 13 years old. It was a thought. I didn't dream about it yet. If I think about a published book on Amazon with my name on it now, I can do nothing, but smile. I get a good feeling and all I want to do is continue writing so I can drop it on a publishers desk as soon as possible. Having a dream and putting in the effort to achieve it, is the best feeling ever. Knowing that all the things you’re working so hard on, are about to become real. Knowing that you will be able to say ‘I made it’ and it won’t be long before you can. Your dream doesn't have to be reality for you to believe in it. Believe in it now, only then you can make it your reality. When J.K. Rowling first showed her manuscript of ‘Harry Potter’ to publishers they turned it down. What if she had given up, right then and there? Even if you get knocked down a few times, DO NOT GIVE UP! Keep going until your dream comes true. Don’t let anybody tell you that you should give up. EVER. My dream will become my reality. Will yours? What are your dreams? Do you have an idea on how you will make it your reality? Did one of your dreams come true? How did you accomplish that? Let me know your thoughts and experiences.
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AuthorMy passion is writing. I started writing stories when I was only 6 years old and I still do it today. Blogging is something I've been wanting to do for a long time, so here we are. Archives
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