I've always wanted to write a book. What about, I don't know. I've actually attempted it a couple of times. When I think back upon those stories I wrote, I think that if I had ever attempted and succeeded in getting them published, I'd probably have been sued for plagiarism!
Every show I'd watched, every book I'd read, every song I heard, I put into my attempt at a 'novel'.
Now that I'm older (can't really say wiser), I wonder what I would write about. My mom tells me that I should write. But what would I write about? I'm a girl who's still waiting for life to happen to her. I haven't seen much of the world, literally and figuratively. I haven't done much. What do I know? What can I possibly know that the world would want to read?
Everyone has a novel in them, a story that they can tell; it's just that some take longer than others to find it. There are times I find myself bursting at the seams with things to say and there are days that I draw a complete blank. My unsatisfactory reason for never actually finishing any novel that I ever started, was that I don't have much of a story myself. The only story I could possibly write is about a girl, very much like me, eager to go out into the world, and yet when she gets the opportunity, she backs away in fear.
Repeating myself, everyone has a novel in them, myself included. It's up to us whether we dig deeper to find the story that we were meant to tell. And it's also up to us whether we tell it to the world.
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Wednesday, 2 September 2015
Telling a Story
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