An Untitled Creative Story
One of my goals this year is to pursue the things that make my heart sing. Challenge myself to try new things that I have always wanted to do, extend the skills I already have, and continue my lifelong theme of figuring out who I am. Whether you know this or not, I love to write. I just enjoy putting words down on paper, seeing what comes out. The problem with my love of writing is that it feels so personal. I would be baring a piece of my soul and having it out there to be scrutinised by whoever came across this blog by chance. I want to share what I write, but the anxiety stops me every time. And I am not claiming to be a good writer at all, I want to say that right now. If I were to share my writing it will not be the same as reading Tolkien, or Maas. I've had no practice, no formal training outside of my year 13 English classes, I just simply have a love for it. Being in this generation of the world is equal parts incredible, and equal parts absolutely terrifying. There is ...