I’ve wanted to be a writer for as long as I can remember.
I wanted to create stories, I wanted to share dreams, I wanted to inform others and entertain them and take them out of real life. That was my goal.
I’m not going to say I wrote every day because I definitely didn’t in my younger years, but I remember spending an entire summer staying up till 2–3 in the morning writing my first novel.
A tragic love story where everybody in the end dies. It was a beautiful thing.
I threw it away the day I finished it.
Well, first I printed it out, over 500+ pages worth of paper. Then, I tossed it in the trash can and got grounded for wasting so much paper.
I was scared, I was scared of people reading my first novel, I was scared of my words being out there, I was scared to be criticized.
Another thing I did was I kept hundreds of journals. I love anything stationary. I love the crispness of paper and I love the smell of a new notebook. I had a trunk at the end of my bed that was filled with journals, paper, pens, everything.
Every single time I would fill out a journal, I would rip the pages out and throw them away. I thought it was poetic in a way. I was writing down my deepest and darkest secrets and then shredding them to pieces. I thought it was self-cleansing.
Looking back on that, I regret all the feelings I lost and the memories I tossed away, the many stories I could have written that were noted in old notepads and sticky notes.
Insecurities can ruin a lot of things. Listening to that little voice in the back of your mind that tells you that you’re not good enough is what will lead you to not living the life you want to live.
I always considered myself a writer. I knew that’s what I was meant to be. I had jobs that had nothing to do with writing, but ultimately I knew the career that I wanted for myself, and that was writing.
If you’re ever given the option to pursue the career of your dreams, or a career that will pay the bills. Choose the first option.
Yes, you will struggle at first. However, I promise you will never feel true contentment doing anything other than what you are truly passionate about.
In order to become successful as a writer, you have to create content.
The truth is that when I’m writing, I write every day, workaholic dweeb or not. That includes Christmas, the Fourth, and my birthday (at my age you try to ignore your goddam birthday anyway.) — Stephen king
In order to become known, you have to share that content.
“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” — Maya Angelou
I’m not saying post your diary entries on every known platform for the world to see, but I am saying that if the content that you create does one of three things, if not all:
Imagine the feedback you will receive. Imagine the connections you will make. Imagine the network you’ll create.
Post your articles. Post your stories. Share the talent you were given with the world. Don’t judge your writing ideas.
Post it all.