For many of us, becoming a writer takes time, and effort, as it inevitably will for me. But, the one thing that always sets someone apart, is talent. I believe, as I always have going through college as an art student, that certain talents, can’t be taught. Creativity is an inherent trait, thatgrows from a strong forgotten mind, a mind tortured by itself, finding its only solace through expression.
The root of my creativity grew from my youth. I’ve always had the desire to write, but never took it into consideration, beyond that of my extensive collection of journals. Having a journal is a forgotten treat of the memory. When I was fifteen, I recorded my first tale of love when I met my first boyfriend. What I cherish most about that record of life, is that he died, but I will forever have those raw moments of emotion to read over, time and time again, keeping his memory alive.
In college, I never paid any mind to grammar, or sentence structure, and so I’m growing to learn this as I go, but I believe my plots, are that of deep reflection, and raw imagination. A real story is born in the subject matter, not the manner it is written. If I reflect on the nature of the Twilight Series, I find that what makes the book amazing to most, is the manner in which Stephanie wrote the characters, the root of the subject matter, and the way it effects us all.
Stephanie was also a virgin writer, as am I, but what sets me apart, I suppose, is my age. I don’t often talk about my age, because I find people are to fast to past judgement, as though saying that I haven’t lived enough life to know enough to write. I believe, there are some people that have lived more in a day, then many have in months. I am intuitive, and try my best to realize all that goes on around me, to take it in with each precious moment as though it was the last. I’ve traveled the world, studied and read everything I can, and have seen things, only a handful ever will.
Having experienced death so close to my heart, you come out with a different understanding, especially when that soul died so young, before he even got the chance to share his talents with the world. I fear death, and perhaps that’s why I’ve pushed myself to live life to the extreme, to take every whim, and embrace it.
I’ve never wasted time with bad grades, with lazy effort, or worthless careers, and I hope, my readers come to understand my journey, and grow with me, as I surely will. Perhaps it’s the fact that I feel I’ve found my real point of expression, but writing for me, has a long way to come… And I’m very excited with where it’s going…