@Masterkey @writelikeyourerunningoutoftime
Wow, your experiences intimidate me. It is clear you see your own accomplishments as mundane, yet you’re so passionate about what you do. Know that no matter what you’ve done, you’ll have impressed someone out there. Here’s my paragraph. It’s a bit long because I get a little heated in it.
I grew up shifting from interest to interest. As a smol, smol boy, I wanted to work at a McDonalds for the rest of my life. Obviously, that didn’t flow well with my parents, so they turned my head towards medicine. I wanted to be a doctor. Then I picked up the piano and learned music theory. Now I wanted to be a musician. Then I discovered Youtube at 11, so from then on I switched my focus from monetized gaming to comedic skits and back to music, to and fro programming and medicine, while dabbling heavily in drawing. I became fascinated in golf one summer, and dropped it because it was “too hot”. Last summer, I took guitar lessons because I was inspired by a man playing next to a sushi place. I dropped that because my fingers bled. I was the kind of person who would move from phase to phase like a nomad, moving again every time I just didn’t feel right. I looked around me and saw peers so passionate and stubborn in their dreams. Marine biologist. Firefighter. Soldier. Goddamn lawyer. My own best friend wanted to go to culinary school to be a chef. I was overawed. I feel like I missed out on building up my own dream. I had a decade for that. That’s the end of that tangent. Heck, I wrote good essays last year. On one particular essay, a narrative, a friend told me that I was “oh so gifted and chosen by the lord and savior to become a best-selling author”. This was quite recent, have you. So I got into world and character building. I found Notebook, which was absolutely amazing. I wasn’t completely in the dark with writing. I was just as much logical as I was creative, so worldbuilding was at least a little fun. I didn’t read as many books as I would’ve liked to, but I paid a lot of attention to word choice in commercials, anime, casual conversation, and inspirational speeches. The only reason my friend praised my narrative was probably because I used semi-sophisticated word choice. As far as actually writing something for my on benefit, I have done nothing. I am planning to write some kind of draft for my friend’s “dream” story, Keeper’s Monologue, and I have just recently touched upon my own story idea, Hyperlink. Am I even following my own rubric? I missed a bunch of points, so here’s me busting through all of them: I am actually pretty confident in my ability to write, despite my countless experiences of dropping hobbies. I believe I am strong in my grammar and word choice. I have work to do on developing characters and making them lovable, making the reader feel how I want them to feel. Show vs. tell, all that. This year, at age fourteen, I’ve decided that I want to keep writing for the rest of my life. I really do hope to do something with writing when I’m older. My parents and I agree that I should pursue medicine, while writing as a side job. That’s my plan. It’s the first plan that’s ever felt this stable. I’m just a teen, who takes writing seriously, who engages in sci-fi contemplation, who has dreamed too many dreams, who dreams of having a final dream, and for now, has one.
