I write for no reason. I think its fun. That's all. I will hear a song or even look at a picture, and all these ideas for book plots come exploding into my mind like I just realized I won the lottery and already planned on what to spend it all on.
I inherit this passion from both of my parents. My mom wrote poetry back in High School. *wink, wink.* and my dad has always written personal books.
But, people think I do it because I yet to know what to do with my life. And I admit it. I don't. But I'm only 13 (soon at least.) And I'm not ready to go out into life just yet. Although I think I am.
I think I'm ready, but I'm think of the fantasy part. Not the reality. Because reality is the whiplash of fantasy.
Our Utopia is everything and everyone we have ever wanted. And Utopia is wonderful. But not everyone can get a chance at that. Because there is always a bad outcome.
A happy ending is rare. But soon, everyone gets rewarded with it. Not everyone can dream of something they want. We all have nightmares. The ones that will effect us or the ones that are warning us.
Me, writing, helps me form into another person. Whether my character is a guy or a girl.
Take my character, Claire Monroe from my book Breakable, for example.
Claire is 18 years old in Breakable. I'm 13, but my mind blended with an age I'm not even up close too. Claire deals with problems. Some I can relate to. Some I can't.
I write my characters, and I make them has something in common with me so I can write a better story. Its probably why every character in my book are kinda the same. Because they are me.
Me and Claire shared the Self Harm problem. I can relate to that because I handled with that.
Me and Lauren (from my book, Ride Or Die)
Lauren never dreamt of meeting the right guy. Until she did but she didn't even notice it. I can relate to that. But the only twist is that, she got to keep hers. Mine got refunded from the universe.
Alice (from my book, Speechless.)
Handled with eating problems. Like me. She expected herself to have Anorexia Nervosa. Like.. Me.
Samantha (from my book, Nostalgia.)
Sam keeps being used, and she doesn't know how to handle these overwhelming feelings.
Which, can relate to.
My characters have special places and they are connections to my other world. My Utopia.
Just because I aged my characters older then me. Doesn't mean I can't have a mind as worthy as the others.
I have as much potential as the next pen and piece of paper I'll use.
Cause that pen and piece of paper, will be used for the work of a mastermind.
