Recently, someone asked me what I was about. The first thing to pop in my head was writing. Then, in a rapid succession of thoughts lasting mere milliseconds, I reflected on why I was about writing, how I got to this point.
Surprisingly (and confusingly), I haven’t been about writing for a very long time. Almost a decade’s worth of time. Although I started writing “creatively” at age 9 and grew up wanting to be a fiction author, I lost my trajectory. My tumultuous teenage years led to me getting distracted by… everything. The world is full of possibilities; while trying to figure out who I am, what I am, and what I want to do for the rest of my life, I somehow forgot the one thing I always wanted to do: write.
But I’m back now, I want to say. After waffling about what I want to study for my Bachelor’s (because I am interested in too many things), I chose the one that would teach me the most writing skills, Journalism and Mass Communication. Do I want to be the next Bob Woodward? No. I just want to write, to express my opinions and thoughts, to create a fictional world, to do something productive that I have always enjoyed.
Yet still, I am very well aware of the fact that real life can get in the way of me becoming (or staying?) a writer. Sadly, I wasn’t born with a silver spoon and I have to work for a living. I don’t want my current career to get in the way of being who I am. I love assisting, as strange as this may sound, and social media/content creation/community management but I have to stay mindful that who I am, which has to remain on the sidelines for now, isn’t buried as it has been before.
Currently, I am still working on my NaNoWriMo novel. I got to 30,000 words before November ended and I’m pushing forward. My novel is something I want to write about, something I enjoy, but chosen over other ideas I had specifically for its marketable premise. It’s a YA vampire novel, although I should probably start calling it a YA supernatural novel. My vampires aren’t exactly vampires; they don’t need blood. But the thing I’m most proud about, which I think proves the progress I am making, is I wrote 25,000 more words than I did last year.
Life is a work in progress – and I’m making it.
What are you about?
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