In English class when I was thirteen, we had to write a short (very short) novel. Here is the blurb I wrote about myself for the cover:
Steve wrote this novel when he was in the eigth grade. This is his first novel (or long story). He enjoys writing, but doesn’t think he will be an author when he “grows up.”
If you liked this novel and want to read more novels by this author then you are stuck. He hasn’t written any other others.
I feel very sad when I read that self description. I hadn’t learned anything about creative writing, but I had already told myself it wasn’t for me… even though I loved it.
As easy as it is to simply sit down and write, emotionally it took ten years to master. I needed to believe in myself enough to follow my passion.
Writing my first book was very cathartic. It helped me over come a lot of self-doubt…. my forcing myself to sit down and write I realized I was able to. The only person who had been stopping me was me.
So be grateful for passion. Whatever your passion is, enjoy it and never it for granted….