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A Writer's Origin Story

Updated: Oct 8, 2023

How it all began…

I used to be a woman of few words. I was stiffened with anxiety at the thought of having to speak to others. Picture me as the poster child for shy people around the world. That is, until one afternoon ushered in a chain of events that would change me forever.

I arrived home from school and threw my backpack on the floor. While I sat at the dining room table enjoying my crackers, I saw a stack of loose-leaf papers had fallen out of my backpack. Instead of putting them back, I felt this overwhelming urge to sift through it. So, I pushed my crackers aside and dug for my pencil, folded the paper hamburger style, and began writing. I made my own little book about the colors in the world because I would always play with crayons growing up and colors were the first thing that popped into my head. I was so eager to show it off. I showed it to my teacher, and when she suggested I share it with the class, I surprisingly obliged. That was the first time in my life I didn’t feel uncomfortable presenting. Everyone loved it, and after that day, I started connecting with my peers more and participating in class discussions. It was as if sharing my words ignited my confidence and boosted my self-esteem. I went from feeling like an outlier to feeling like I was one with the class. Writing made me feel special in a way nothing else could. It gave me a voice. Had it not been for that life-changing moment, where I found my love of writing, I may have never evolved from that shy little poster child I used to be.



What keeps me going…

Why doesn’t the story end with that little handwritten book of colors I brought to school? Why do I still make writing a major part of my life? There are numerous answers to this question, but I will just say one (the most important one, in my opinion). I write because, despite what is written in the previous section, I’m still a reserved person. I’m not anything like I used to be, but it’s still difficult for me to truly open up to people, which means when I’m going through something, I usually don’t want to sit down and talk about it. No. What I want to do is write, because when I’m creating, the words start to flow, and I forget the outside world. Those moments are some of the best moments of my life. With that being said, why do I want to publish my work? Why not keep it for my eyes only, and use writing solely as an escape for myself? Well, that’s an easy one. I want to publish because just as I view writing as an outlet, I view reading in the same light, and I know there are others out there just like me. There’s nothing better than getting lost in a novel, then having to force myself to go to bed because it’s four in the morning and school starts in a couple hours. Just kidding. But seriously, reading is an essential part of who I am, and books have been a part of my life since… well, forever. That is why I want to publish my work. To serve others in the same way authors have been serving me. They are more than just words on a page. They are a lifeline.

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