I don’t remember the day I learned to pick up a pencil and put it to paper. Oh, how I wish I did. Being able to write changed my life.
I’m beyond grateful for getting an education. Because of it, I can read and write not just my name but also anything I want.
Before I fell for languages, English especially, I enjoyed and even excelled in mathematics. Mainly because it was so simple, straightforward. It was black and white. You were wrong or right.
Early on, I did better in math than in reading, writing, or oral communication. But throughout elementary, I must have read a boat load of books in my free time. Somewhere along the way my love for reading manifested into something more.
I went back to visit my elementary school teachers, and one of them still remembers how I used to write stories all the time. Although I don’t remember writing a lot as a kid, I recall reading anything in sight.
In grade 8, I took on a full-length novel. Granted it took me about 2 years to finish the first draft because I took extended breaks along the way. But one of my proudest accomplishments to date is finishing that novel. It come out to 70,000+ words.
I started taking writing more seriously when I was in high school. Especially after I entered my first writing contest when I was in grade 9. I must have been about 13 years old, going on 14.
I never thought twice about the contest until I heard back from them. Actually my English teacher got the news first because I put her name down and the high school I attended. So she pulled me aside during my math class. I thought I got in trouble. Little did I know my world was about to be rocked.
She showed me the congratulatory letter with my name on it. I almost didn’t believe her. I never told my teacher that I had entered the contest. Come to think of it, I didn’t tell anyone.
Not only did I get the short piece published, I placed in the top ten of my age division, which happened to be the highest honour for that particular competition.
Later, I applied for my high school yearbook committee, specifically the journalism department. I got rejected.
I think I owe that yearbook team a big thank you. Had it not been for them, I think I wouldn’t have started blogging, at least not as early as I did anyway.
Out of boredom, I created a blog in April 2013 at 15 years old. I guess I thought blogging would be the logical next step.
I made it a habit to write every day in early 2015. Took me long enough.
I also got into journaling that same year on my birthday (August 22). I love having a place to write down my thoughts and feelings, worries and concerns. I know no one will read it. And so I can be brutally honest.
I’m not sure when exactly I decided I wanted to be a writer. But I continue to hope I’ll be able to write for a living. I’d want nothing more.
In the past and even now, but more so back then, writing was my escape. I loved being able to get away from the real world that sucked at the best of times, and go somewhere else for a while.
At some point I loved stories so much I wanted to tell my own. I wanted to share my story. Which is why I write and blog and do what I do every day.
I think I love the freedom that comes with creating something from nothing. Writing is the one thing I have complete control over. I control what happens and when. I write on my own terms, not anyone else’s.
In many ways, words changed my life for the better. I don’t know where I’d be or who I would’ve become had it not been for writing.
Regardless of whether or not I become a published writer, I hope I never stop writing. On my own terms. To please myself. For my sake. Above all, I hope I write for the rest of my life because it makes me happy, happier than anything else in the world.
8 thoughts on “My Writing Journey”
“I think I love the freedom that comes with creating something from nothing. Writing is the one thing I have complete control over. I control what happens and when. I write on my own terms, not anyone else’s.”
I love this. It is exhilarating to be able to put pen/pencil to paper or fingers to keyboard and make something from nothing.
“Regardless of whether or not I become a published writer, I hope I never stop writing.”
This is something that I tell myself all the time. I don’t know if I will ever publish anything professionally but I never, ever want to stop writing!
🙂 Hope all is well and I wish you the best in your future writing endeavors!
Thanks so much! I’m happy you can relate. Writing is great, huh?
I hope you do. I’d read your books.
Likewise. I wish you the best with writing, blogging, and everything. 😉
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Thank you! Have a wonderful weekend!
You’re welcome. Aw, thanks. I hope you enjoy yours.
This was a delightful insight into you, into young writers in general and so well written, it was just dee-light-ful!
Thanks so much for the kind words.
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What a nice story! I hope you never do stop writing (or blogging). You’ll rock this world with your writing someday!
I hope so too. And I hope you never stop either. We’ll both rock this world.
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