Write, Write, Write

Just yesterday, I was asked why I write books. For a moment, I kind of just sat there without saying anything at all. After so many years of writing, I had collected multiple reasons to why I still write every day...but I couldn't recall what was the very first reason. So now, I'm going to tell you guys my life with writing.

 At first, I had started making stories because it entertained me for hours on end. Then, about a year or so into making stories, I found it almost therapeutic. Whenever there was something going on in my life and I couldn't find any other way to express myself, I found a voice that could help me through it while making fictional characters come to life.

Originally, writing novels didn't start that way though. Like it says in my bio, I started writing novels only because I used to make comic books. After finishing one of my comic books series, I thought it would be cool if I took Lizzy's crazy journey (my main character from the comics), and transform it into a novel. While writing this wacky, silly story, I discovered that it just wasn't much fun to write the same exact story. So, I decided to write a completely new story. Alas, The Start of the End was born. I'm not kidding you, that was really the name of my first story. People used to always tell me that the first time you do anything, you won't do a great job. But of course at the age of 13, (when I had created this craptastic story) I didn't think my story was bad. I thought it was golden. I even made my family read it...and they did! They even went as far as to say they "loved it" and that I should make more stories. 

In short, the story followed a new girl named Sammy who had just moved to New York from Idaho with her older brother and newly widowed mother. On the first day at her new high school, she falls for a boy named Jared. Seriously, he tries to kiss her like the very first day. What a horn-dog. Any who, she starts getting feelings for Jared, but then this other guy named Ron steps into the picture--still on the very first day may I remind you. Ron is the star athlete at Wilson High and he's got his eyes set on Sammy the second she enters their writing class. Ron instantly asks Sammy out and she says yes--of course she would, why wouldn't she? He's hawt -.- During their date to the mall, Jared shows up with his gang of friends and intervenes, asking Sammy how in the hell is she dating Ron. 

(Here's a little excerpt. Errors and all. Side note: Sammy had also gotten asked out by Jared but she lied and said she had to go and help her mom with something. When in actuality, she was going out with Ron. When Sammy and Jared see each other at the mall, Jared is both hurt and confused. Sammy is nervous. I don't show the readers that she is nervous, though, I tell them.) 

"Can I talk to you for a second," Jared asked.

"Sure," I answered with a small pause. He pulled my arm and then said.

"Do you like this Randel guy?" he asked.

"It's Ron," I said.

"Well do you?" he asked and I thought for a sec.

"Well not really. I don't know him that well to like like him," I answered.

"Good," he said.

"Good?" I asked.

"Well it's good for me," he said.

"Why?" I asked. He grabbed my hand. 

"Because I like you more then than a little," he answered.

"Really!" I said with a shocked voice.

"Yup, when I fist  first saw you," he answered.

"Aw that kind of you," I said with a smile.

"So you ready to go," he ased [A/N: I guess at this point I forgot how to spell ask] 

"No I have to leave with Ron. I think he likes me," I said

"Who? Ron Miller?" he asked.

"Yeah," I answered.

"He's gay." he said.

"What?" I said very shocked.

"Yeah he asked me out last week," he said.

"O.m.g," I said. I couldn't believe the guy I missed a movie with Jared--who likes me--for a guy who is gay. I left with Jared. He walked me home and we talked for somewhat of a long time. For 5 min. No cheezz. I got cold so he gave me his jacked [jacket] 

"So is this your house?" he asked.

"Yeah, It is," I answered. I was waiting for him to say something. And then I started walking up to the door. He grabbed my arm and kissed me for at least 3 mins. I went to the door and waved goodbye."

Wow. Just wow. You don't know how many times I cringed while reading and typing this piece of garbage onto this blog post. I added a tagline/tag at the end of ever piece of dialogue, spelled things wrong, and had the most boring interaction between characters in history! This was so so so so so so so bad. Sammy was so mean and Jared was unappealing in every way. If you're wondering, no Ron isn't gay. He has a twin brother named Randel who is gay and people mix the two of them up AAAAAALL THE TIME. 

I'd like to think that my writing has improved through out the years. That story was written eons ago and I've written a lot of stories since then. And as time has past, I've found more and more reasons to why I want to write. Not just to keep my mind at ease or because I'm bored. The reason to why I keep writing is deeper than that. In a way, I need to write. It's a part of my life as much as my family is a part of me. I would be nowhere without either of those things, and I'm more than positive I have become the person I am today because of them both. 

Another point I'd like to bring up is that you should never stop doing what you love. Just keep writing and writing. Even if writing isn't your passion, just do what you love until the end of time. Don't do something simply for the money, because that'll get old pretty fast. Don't do something you're only doing for other people around me. Do what you want to do because it makes you happy...because it makes you feel more and more alive. 

I'm getting cheesy. Or how 13 year old me would say: cheezz. On that note, I'll say goodbye before I turn into a Hallmark movie. 

Be safe,

Sincerely,

-Alison