There has never been a time in my life where I didn’t create. As a child, I chose baby dolls, dress-up clothes, and stuffed animals rather than puzzles. Why? Because I needed to create freely. I needed to express myself and pour out the constant river of ideas that flowed through my mind. When I was three, I started making picture stories. In kindergarten, I began adding words to my drawings. As I gained better vocabulary and language control, the pictures and the words began to separate into two different hobbies: cartooning and writing.
As much as I love the cartooning aspect of expression, I gravitate more towards writing. This became evident around third grade. Certain issues arose that evoked intense emotions in me. Writing provided consolation; it was my friend and my escape. As I progressed through the next few years, my inner life became much more complex. Writing grew with me, serving as a constant rock encircled by tumultuous waves of change. I fed off of it. During recess, I sat by myself on the swings and scribbled my ideas onto sheets upon sheets of loose leaf. In middle school, I constantly wrote on the backs of my school assignments, on my hands and arms, and even on bathroom walls. I wrote when I wasn’t supposed to. It satisfied me.
Because of all this, I’ve come to realize that writing is not one of my wants–it is a need. No matter how awful or hasty it is, I have to do it. It’s a carnal instinct at this point. I’ve been wondering if I should do it for a living. This is not the first time I’ve seriously considered it, and it won’t be the last. I’m sixteen, and half of high school is behind me already. I’m being bombarded by college mail. I can legally drive a car with my learner’s permit (terribly, but it’s driving nonetheless). I go out places alone and with friends, without needing parents around all the time. I’m getting older. The notebook of life is perfectly in front of me, and I’m ready to write in it, both literally and metaphorically. What I need is opportunity. Because I’m more mature and articulate, there should be more options for me. Do I find a place as a feature blogger somewhere? Do I sell my work? Do I start pushing for publicity? I’m ready to start making a name for myself. I just don’t know where or how to begin.