Page 22, Something, first draft. This is where I’m up to. I hope that when you’re reading this it’s not on page 22, written in pencil in a small notebook, but in your quiet reading space, as a novel. Maybe it won’t be this story, but I just hope that one day I’ll be able to sell books that I’ve written. I guess it’s possible that, one day, someone will want to buy this specific book. The first draft of Something that may well end up being the biggest thing that ever happens to me. So I hope that if someone does buy it, it’s not too expensive, because the greatest payment I could ever receive would be to see any book of mine bring a smile to someone’s face, or to just bring them into a different world, just for a momen.t There will always be boys who laugh at other boys for reading something like this, and then there will be the others who get laughed at for writing.
In my sister’s plane letter for me coming here, the best piece of advice she gave me was “Don’t care about what other people think of you. This is a hard one, but I’m sure that you can do it. People are going to judge you anyway so you may as well just do whatever you want,” so that’s what I’m doing.
As I mentioned earlier, I really want to be an author. Richard Bach said, to bring anything into your life, imagine that it is already there, which is why tonight, before I go to sleep, I’m going to imagine a book entitles “Something” sitting on a new release shelf in a bookstore, and I’m going to watch as the first person who buys it hands over their money and takes their book home. This story is yours now. Make with it what you want.
-Anonymous
