Commitment

To honor myself and my commitment to writing, I’m proud to announce that I’ve created an author website (as you can see haha), and that I am one step closer to taking the initiative to curating a life of writing for myself.

I’m the type of person that goes through stages of hyperfixating on one thing and then moving onto the next. I go through different mediums rather quickly and without finishing the previous. But writing is something that never left.

I’ve been writing stories since I was around six. My mom bought me Arthur Reading & Writing games, and with a brand new (and huge…this was 2001), family computer, I was able to navigate technology at a young age. I remember opening Notepad on my desktop and creating fantastical worlds full of magical artifacts and creatures. My first story, if I can recall correctly, was about a girl named Ariel (may or may not have to do with my love for The Little Mermaid at the time) who lived in a castle with a hall of magical paintings. She jumped through the paintings, visiting different worlds… and I can’t remember much after that (definitely want to revisit this story someday). 

I remember asking my sister if she wanted to read it (she always said no), and reading it regardless of her answer LOL. 

But what I’m trying to say is that writing has been sprinkled in sporadically throughout my life as soon as I memorized the alphabet. But at the age of 28, for the very first time in my life, I completed the FIRST DRAFT of a fantasy story with a fantastical world full of magical artifacts and creatures. I have never committed to something so wholeheartedly and followed through with it…even if it took me years to finish. 

When I first created my TT account, I was terrified. I was strictly anonymous for a few weeks until I realized that I had to put my all into it. Either I committed to what I was doing, or I wasn’t going to get anywhere with it, and I would leave it dusting in the corner like all of the stories I had written. And so I did it…and I’m still terrified. But it has led me to hold myself accountable with my writing and to forging friendships with amazing people and wonderful authors. 

It feels like I’m floating? I can’t really describe it. Like it’s a completely foreign feeling to me to know people who actually WANT to read something that I wrote. To have people actually support me and uplift me. I’ve never experienced anything close to this feeling before. The pure joy and pride for following through with a commitment to myself. Something that is not very easily done… 

Although I’m dealing with a boat load of uncertainty and anxiety, I’m going to savor and celebrate every accomplishment. I chose to honor myself…so even if I do completely fail, at least I’ll have that.