No, I’m not getting married. I think it’s illegal.
Actually, I’m committing to something else.
My writing journey has been, well, a journey. I just dove right in. I only knew my one goal: glorify God. I knew I would publish a book and whatnot, maybe even start a blog, but I didn’t think it was a right here, right now thing.
Then I read Do Hard Things and finally understood–I wanted to publish a book as a teenager, and I could. So, ever since November, I’ve been trying to figure everything out. Sure, I started writing a story for NaNoWriMo and finally started to write actual stories, but I had no plan.
I’m feeling more optimistic now. I’ve researched publishing, finally started to write stories, and joined the Young Writers Workshop. I know what story I want to write, how I’m gonna write it, and a general idea of publishing. Although I don’t have the money to publish right now, I have the beginnings of a plan and a myriad of resources.
Maybe it’s a burst of inspiration, but I’m quite pleased with my journey so far. Perhaps this time next year I’ll be a published author (that’s the idea, anyway).