Hartbig - What lies behind the camera

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YO. IT HAS BEEN A WHILE SINCE I'VE BEEN ON HERE.

I know many of you probably don't even remember who I am... but hi, I'm Amanda and I really want to come back to this account, but maybe I'll remodel my profile. Don't worry, I'll always be dailyharto in your hearts.

I haven't been on here in so long and I feel the need to explain myself. To be frank, I kind of forgot about this account. When I did remember it, I had no time to do anything on it. I figured, well, I finished my one-hit-wonder story already, so what's the point?

Well, my friends, I feel like since publishing this story so, so long ago, I have developed tremendously as a writer. I want to share that with you all. That includes in forms of poetry, as well as a Life Is Strange (Pricefield, not Amberprice) fanfic that I've been working on. I really need to reintroduce myself into writing them because it's been a while, so it might take longer for that one to come out. I do have many poems handy, though, so I suppose I'll publish a little poetry book to occupy yourselves with.

If you want to read a bit more about my life, continue. If not, stop here. I'm also on fanfiction.net for whenever I do finish writing the chapter to the fanfic that I'm working on. My username on there is juliuscaesar315.

Regarding my life, I started writing this fanfic when I was in 8th grade. I feel like it was rushed over and sloppy. I don't even want to read over and look at my grammatical errors. Knowing that I'm (hopefully) a much better writer, I want to start over. I looked at this account today and saw that this fanfic was somewhere around number 730 on the all-time fanfiction list, which is remarkable. I want to thank everyone, new or old, for helping me reach that. That's fucking amazing.

9th grade was mainly a blur and something that I've been yearning to forget about. I had a bowl cut, but we don't talk about it.

10th grade I really view as my focal point as a person and as a writer. I took a creative writing class and essentially, learned about everything I was doing wrong. I met my favorite teacher through that class and joined a literary magazine club that she was in charge of. I got one of my poems published in it, even though I find it terrible to this day. I had also somehow gotten myself into 2 creative writing camps as well, which to me, was absurd.

11th grade (the grade that I am currently in) has also been a good year for me, so far. I applied to be my school's poet laureate and even though I didn't win, I was told that I was in the top 3, which again, was absurd. I had gone from nothing to something just in a few years. I just needed guidance, I needed someone to critique me. I didn't want reassurance, I just wanted to be directed to the path that will get me to the best point I can be at as a writer. I'm now one of the board members for my school's literary magazine club and I feel like I'm on the path that I need to be on to be successful. I want to thank you all for helping me get onto the right path and hopefully, the next thing I publish will be something that you will find worth reading. 

P.S. If anyone wants to message me, feel free to do so! I'll always be around if you want critiques, help (in writing or in general), or if you just want to talk! See you in the next one.