Realized writing is more than just a passion.
I used to write for fun. I have always needed an outlet to express my imagination, and I have been told that I have a vivid imagination. I wanted to write down the stories in my head. It is a part of who I am.
I didn’t realize that writing novels is hard work. I abandoned my first drafts after the first few pages. I didn’t have the patience or perseverance to see it through. At the age of 19, I finished my first novel. It was great to see my name on the cover of the book and hear people praise and criticize the story. It was more than I had ever dreamed of.
I didn’t have the skills or dedication to write professionally back then. I learned more as I read more. I stopped writing short stories when I entered my late teens. I knew I wanted my name on a book one day, since I saw the name “Enid Blyton” on my first children’s book. My time was here.
I never referred to my books as my books. I said I was a law student when asked what I did. I didn’t mention that I was a novelist as well. They called me a writer. I did not.
I have written a full-length novel and a novella since then. There is a novel coming out in the next few days. I have written many articles as well. The bottom line is that I write a lot. I have always had something nagging at me. I couldn’t say what it was.
What is the reason? What was happening to me?