Jul-25-2010, 08:23 AM (UTC)
Sit down, boys an' girls, and let me tell you a story. Once upon a time there was a young boy who wanted to be a writer. When he learned to write, he wrote his own stories. Of course, at the age of six, the amount of words he could actually write was very limited, so some of the more complicated stories he dictated to his mother. As the years went on and the boy went to high school, the storytelling began to wane, although he did make some comics with his pals. But always there was, in his heart, the desire to become a published author...
That boy was me, and recently I've attempted to write some stories again. I started trying to write a novel, but after 30 pages I gave up. I think the story has potential, but it's a too large undertaking for me now. So I've turned to short stories now and I've written a few. Are they any good? I don't know, I think they have potential, but they need a lot more polish. Anyway, I'll keep on writing and one day soon, I'll try to get a few published...
The most surprising part of it all is how vulnerable I feel when I have people read them. I mean, I wrote a story about friggin' cavemen and I feel like I'm baring my soul when people read it.
Does anyone else here feel this urge to create?
That boy was me, and recently I've attempted to write some stories again. I started trying to write a novel, but after 30 pages I gave up. I think the story has potential, but it's a too large undertaking for me now. So I've turned to short stories now and I've written a few. Are they any good? I don't know, I think they have potential, but they need a lot more polish. Anyway, I'll keep on writing and one day soon, I'll try to get a few published...
The most surprising part of it all is how vulnerable I feel when I have people read them. I mean, I wrote a story about friggin' cavemen and I feel like I'm baring my soul when people read it.
Does anyone else here feel this urge to create?
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