What don’t I love?
I love the community. Bloggers are the best. Other writers inspire me to tell my story. Every reader motivates me to read more.
You all push me to be better, do better. Seeing such great content every day makes me want to create good content.
When I first started back in 2013, I didn’t expect to love blogging as much as I do. I thought it’d be fun. But I also felt like I’d probably grow bored of blogging.
How wrong was I.
Being a blogger is hard, difficult, challenging. But it’s worth the pain and sweat and tears. And then some.
I love my own excitement at the mere thought of working on a new idea. I especially love the satisfaction that comes after I publish a blog post.
Creating is fun. Coming up with ideas and executing on them will never get old.
I’m 19 right now, but I hope I’m still blogging when I’m 91. I also hope you’ll continue with me on this insane journey. I’d love nothing more.
Why do I love to read? Where do I begin?
I love stories. It’s fun to read and experience them.
I like not knowing what to expect, especially when I’m reading a new book from an author I’m unfamiliar with.
I enjoy being surprised along the way. I get such a kick out of thinking through possible scenarios in my head and seeing if they play out in the book.
I love escaping a world that isn’t always pleasant and exploring a new one.
It’s fun to meet characters I can relate to. I love some and hate others. The ones I remember, for one reason or another, are special. They become a part of me.
I love learning. Through books I can learn about anything and everything. History and science. Animals and sports. New words and old ones. The English language. French. German. Latin.
I have learned about the world I live in currently and the world I want to live in.
And I’ve discovered a great deal about myself. Who I am, who I want to be. What I value, what I believe in.
Thanks to reading, I have a better understanding of different kinds of people.
Books have taught me to see that regardless of a person’s skin colour or sexual orientation, human beings are human.
I hope I always love books, stories, words.
I hope you do too.
Why do you love reading?
I’d like to apologize to all the books out there that I have…
- Spilled water on
- Bent the spine of
- Treated in some terrible manner
I promise I love books.
I don’t outline 300 page novels. So what makes you think I’m going to outline 3 page essays?
Teachers and their unbelievable expectations, eh?
I don’t outline unless I have to. So when I am outlining, it’s safe to say I’d rather be doing a million other things. Like writing.
Most of the time, I brainstorm or generate ideas without writing anything down. On the rare occasion I have to outline, I tend to dump everything in my brain onto the page. And try to make it presentable for my professor.
I guess I’m too impatient to make an outline before I start writing.
In my world, outlining isn’t writing. Similarly, editing isn’t writing.
I have nothing against outlining. I just don’t love it as much as I love writing.
Respect writers for their time. For their energy. For their work.
For the stories they share.
For the characters they create.
For the worlds they fabricate.
Just respect writers, okay? It’s not that hard.
If you’re a writer, respect yourself. Love what you do because no one else will.
You deserve to be respected by others. But ultimately you deserve to be respected by yourself.
I love this blog. (More than most things.)
If you do, thank you. (What’s not to love?)
If you like this blog, I like you. (Unless you’re a criminal.)
If you don’t, what’s wrong with you? (I’m kidding, kind of.)
In all seriousness though, today has reminded me that life’s too short. (So why would you waste your finite time on something you don’t love?)
I’m an old woman now.
But if I could tell that younger girl a few things, they would be:
- You deserve much better.
- You deserve much more.
- You deserve much love.
- You’re doing fine.
- You’re doing enough.
- You’re doing something.
- You will get over it.
- You will live through it.
- You will move beyond it.
You’re human. You will always be human. You’ll make your share of mistakes. You’ll fail and fall repeatedly. That’s if you try. If you take chances and risks. But if you want something badly enough, you’ll go for it. And every failure and fall will be worth it.
You’ll do well to remember that you’re a writer, not a machine. And you’re a character, not a computer.
You’re an individual with a voice, with a story to tell. You have every right to speak up and use your voice. You have every right in the world to tell that story. Your story.
Love your art, your craft. Love what you do and do what you love. But ultimately love yourself while you’re doing. While you’re living.
Never let anyone make you feel ashamed for who you are. Don’t feel bad for liking who you like and loving what you love.
No. You’ll hear that word a lot more than you’ll hear yes. Rejection is not personal, so be professional. Don’t take anything personally.
Take writing seriously but don’t take yourself too seriously.
A reminder that it’s okay to:
- like someone.
- love something.
- feel upset.
- be unsure.
- make mistakes.
- fail often.
- ask questions.
- get help.
I’m going through that really annoying phase where I hate everything I create.
But I’m not creating hate. Or spreading it. And I hope everyone else can do the same.
Create love. Spread love. Inspire love.