I’m almost done writing my first serious novella. I’ve held onto this book for seven years. I still have the original notebook and outline and I’m scared to publish it. Why? Because I think it’s weird or thats what I’ve been told in the past about anything I make.
Those words from family members questioning my sanity still hit a part of my being that makes me want to hide under a rock. On top of that, I’m in a highly conservative family so talking about and inverted garden of Eden, drugs that cause mass hysteria and hyper sexuality, and a lot of bloodshed is so nerve-wracking to me. BUT, I currently see a train I need to jump on or I’ll miss the cycle. Who the hell knows when the tain will come to the platform again.
I’m actually pretty excited the more I think about it. Im ready for a change and I know falling deep into my love for storytelling will be like setting myself free. Much thanks to my mom for letting us watch scary movies and playing video games. Without her nerdy influence on me, I dont know where I would’ve been.
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