If someone would have asked me if I saw writing in my future when I was in high school, my immediate response would have been “no.” Recently, however, I’ve been more interested in writing than I’ve ever been before. During my senior year of high school, I took a creative writing class, and it was near the end of the class where I felt a desire to continue writing. My first assignment in that class was to write a story of my choice; topic, genre, person, tense, etc., that was all up to me. At first, I was going to write a rip off of the video game “Assassian’s Creed Brotherhood.” But one night as I drove home from worship practice, an idea suddenly came to my mind; an idea that was original. Even after I had turned the story in and received my grade for the paper, I still continued to write more to it. I would go to my writing professor and friends in college for their critique on my story and how to make it better. I’ve gotten a lot of help, and even changed some scenes. I might even change the plot. It is now a goal to finish the story and publish it as a book.
If I were to see myself now from only a few years ago, I would have said something like “that’s not me” or “how’d I get hooked on crack?” Ok, the last one is an exaggeration, but you get the point. I have had millions of story ideas come and go in my mind, but I’ve written some down in a book in case I’m interested in writing more. I love drawing characters that I would see in my stories, and I kind of see writing as a style of art; words can create images in peoples minds more beautiful than images drawn by hand. Had it not been for the creative writing class, I would never had written my beloved story Demon Hunters.