On Becoming A Writer

Growing up, I dreamt of being a writer. Not just any writer but an author, a novelist.

I’d love to publish a book one day. Truth be told, I haven’t exactly been working on a novel. I can’t even remember the last time I finished writing one.

I know I’m still young. I have a long way to go. As of right now, I want to pursue other goals and dreams. So I put my creative writing on hold a bit over the summer.

Even if I don’t end up becoming a novelist, I still want a career that allows me to be creative.

I never imagined taking a break from writing would be so hard. I don’t know how other authors manage to write book after book. It’s such a grind.

Even though I joke about being old, I’m relatively young. Some days, I feel young and inexperienced.

I have many years ahead of me. I’ll make mistakes. I’ll fail. But I have to learn. I need to grow.

I can’t see myself doing a lot of things my whole life. But I can see myself writing, whatever form it might be.

Every now and then, everyone deserves a break. At the end of the day, we’re all human beings.

I’m a different writer today. I’m not the same writer I was once upon a time, and that’s a good thing.

When I look back on my life, I want to have no regrets. In order for that to happen, I need to be willing to try new things.

I’m not sure what kind of a writer I’ll be when all is said and done. But I will do everything possible to make myself proud.

I still enjoy the challenge of creating. Sometimes I struggle, but it’s worth every second.

Writing has taught me a lot about myself as well. It’s a journey of self-discovery. I’m still discovering new things about myself every day.

I don’t need to have all the answers. I just need to be curious enough to ask questions.

Ultimately, I want to tell the stories I want to tell.