I love what I do. I always loved reading, but writing is a whole new world. And some people don’t understand what it means to be a writer.
First of all, you have three different types of writers. You have an author, a storyteller, and a dreamer. Some of you may think “Um, those are all the same thing.” But they’re not.
An author is someone who writes as a career. They know what they want, and they will fight tooth and nail to make it big. They want to make a living out to doing what they love.
A storyteller is someone with the smooth tones and ability to show people a picture in their writing. They just want to share their visions with someone, whether it makes it big or not. They want to live the adventure.
A dreamer is someone who sees things in everyday life and twists them into something fantastical. This person writes stories based on what they physically see and how their minds perceive things differently. They want to make a the world a better place, a place where dreams come true.
Strangely, I’m all three.
But to me, being a writer is more than just being an author, a storyteller, or a dreamer. The things you discover, not only about your characters but about yourself, is incredible. And sometimes heartbreaking.
When I create a character, I know them. They are a part of me. When they hurt, I hurt. When they die, a small piece of me dies. I don’t now how many times I have just sat down and cried because of what I just wrote. How many times I have been unable to see the screen clearly because my eyes are filling up. And I’m not joking. This is real to me. They are real to me. And no, I’m not crazy. I am a writer.
When you are a writer, you must split your heart and soul into pieces and run the risk of losing a couple of them along the journey. You have no choice. You must give yourself up to the story, and to the characters. They play as big a part in your life as you do in theirs. I see my characters as my friends, my family, my kids that I watch learn and grow. And even though I have put some of them through the worst pain imaginable, we all understand that it has to be done. I wish I could apologize to Lane for how much I’ve hurt her, but she is so strong that she can take it. I helped make her strong, and she has helped me become strong as well. But even the strongest people can be weak. I have broken my heart into so many pieces that sometimes I become weak, and I’m only just beginning my journey.
It’s so hard to write with your whole being, but once you do, you never give it up.
It hurts me physically and mentally to not write. It’s built into me now. Its hardwired in my system. And as I live, breathe, and walk each day, so do my characters. But I have to be there to help them tell their stories. Otherwise, they would be forgotten and alone. But I’m a writer. For my characters and my stories, I can assure you. That will never happen.
They are not alone in their world. And luckily, neither am I. There are so many writers just like me, with these same views. I am not alone. This lifestyle and world is real to us. But, will you allow me to show you what it’s like for me, as a writer?
Will you become close with my characters, my family, just as I have?
I hope so.