“I think I’m going to write my novel over Thanksgiving break,” I said to my dad over the phone. He laughed. That was last year, and it’s just barely Halloween as I write this, and I have only one chapter left, 75,000 words, and 280 pages. Last year, I had fifteen chapters left, 20,000 words, and about 80 pages. I couldn’t blame him for laughing though; when most people think of an author, they think of people like Stephen King or J.K. Rowling, people who are middle aged and have been through a lot. People don’t think a 17 year old could write a novel that could challenge the likes of Twilight or Harry Potter. But that is truly my dream, and I’m not going to wait until in 50 to do it. I’ve always been creative in my life. One of my earliest memories was drawing the shapes on top of the Teletubbies heads when I was 3. Since that point in my life, I haven’t stopped being creative. I’d try other things like sports such as soccer, but when I ran away from the ball while playing, it was obvious it wasn’t for me. So my mom let me stick with the paper and pencils instead of balls and kneepads. I’d make many imaginary friends with various personalities and make stories with my Barbies when I was young. Nothing would really stop me from doing what I wanted, and what I wanted was fun and intriguing stories. …show more content…
Well, not playing with Barbies and imaginary friends, but I was making stories and coming up with characters. I don’t remember what sparked it as it did happen a while ago but I made these five characters; Anna, Raven, Crowe, Sparrow, and Darrien. I made a little supernatural plot around all of them, but it was very basic at the time. I didn’t think it’d go anywhere far. That was back when I was 13, 4 years ago. I wrote a first draft of Chapter One then, and since then, the story developed more and more. I expanded on the supernatural element, tweaking what was known and making it my very own, and I didn’t