A writer. It's all I've ever wanted to be.
From the moment I could hold a pen, I've wanted to create entire worlds with words and put the adventures in my mind down on paper. My parents will vehemently agree to the fact that I've always had an over-active imagination. I guess there are just some things that you don't grow out of.
I feel like when I tell people I want to be a writer, I get the classic laugh-slash-tut "Oh, so you're going to be the next J. K. Rowling?" and, yes, while I would love to write a book series and never have to think twice about the money in my bank account ever again... I'll be content if I can just write.
I don't need to make millions and have my face on the inside of dust-sleeves of books. I just want to be able to sit down at my laptop and create, and hopefully make a living out of something that has been my passion for as long as I can remember. I've always written stories; whether I was ripping off Enid Blyton's The Famous Five with mine and my friend Megan's ingeniously named series The Five Friends, or typing up play scripts to rope our younger siblings into acting for us.
As of now, I'm as close to touching my dream as I've ever been. I'm about to finish my third, and final, year of a creative writing degree, and now I really have a sense of how writing defines me. I love to write drama, horror and psychological thrillers. I'm finding my footing in my own little writer's niche and noticing recurring patterns within my most successful stories.
I can only dream that one day I'll hold a little hard-copy published baby of mine in my hands and, in the meantime, I hope you enjoy my blog and all of the creations I'll share with you!
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