I wish to tell all the stories rattling in my head
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I've always had a story or many stories rattling around in my head, begging to be told. Ever since I was little, I've looked at the stars with this deep indescribably longing, knowing that there was something more... and I've wished. I've wished on every star.
My parents were both alcoholics who fought a lot (they eventually worked through their problems, thankfully), so I used daydreaming and writing as an escape. I've always wanted to be a writer and creative. I have so many stories I want to tell, but I can't be a full-time writer just yet, so I live with the fear of never getting to tell them all. My father, a wonderful man who quit drinking and smoking cold-turkey to save his family, always pushed me to pursue my passions. I worked hard to try and get one of my books published, entering it into a contest on Inkshares. It didn't win, but I managed to get enough pre-orders for it to get published and sold on Amazon through their Quill imprint. I was so excited because I think my dad was beginning to wonder if I'd ever actually finish it and do anything with it. He never got to see it come to fruition, though. He died five months ago of cancer, and it isn't due out until this year. My dad was a big part of who I am. All my life I've worked hard, accrued debt to put myself through college, hoping to make good money and provide them with things they couldn't afford for me growing up. My dad was my motivation. When he died, for a moment I lost my will, my dreams, my passions. They were swallowed in a void of grief. But, after a lot of soul searching, of clawing and dragging myself out of that void, my motivation is renewed. I'm determined. I'm driven. I'm going to push harder and worker harder to achieve my dream of being successful writer because I know my stories deserve to be told. It is what my father would want me to do.
So, I wish, with all my heart and soul, to make the connections I need to make to achieve this dream. I wish to tell the stories rattling around in my head. And by happenstance, if my wish is granted, achieve that secondary dream of making my family happy and prove that anyone can do anything with their life. Even a poor girl from the poorest county in Alabama.
My parents were both alcoholics who fought a lot (they eventually worked through their problems, thankfully), so I used daydreaming and writing as an escape. I've always wanted to be a writer and creative. I have so many stories I want to tell, but I can't be a full-time writer just yet, so I live with the fear of never getting to tell them all. My father, a wonderful man who quit drinking and smoking cold-turkey to save his family, always pushed me to pursue my passions. I worked hard to try and get one of my books published, entering it into a contest on Inkshares. It didn't win, but I managed to get enough pre-orders for it to get published and sold on Amazon through their Quill imprint. I was so excited because I think my dad was beginning to wonder if I'd ever actually finish it and do anything with it. He never got to see it come to fruition, though. He died five months ago of cancer, and it isn't due out until this year. My dad was a big part of who I am. All my life I've worked hard, accrued debt to put myself through college, hoping to make good money and provide them with things they couldn't afford for me growing up. My dad was my motivation. When he died, for a moment I lost my will, my dreams, my passions. They were swallowed in a void of grief. But, after a lot of soul searching, of clawing and dragging myself out of that void, my motivation is renewed. I'm determined. I'm driven. I'm going to push harder and worker harder to achieve my dream of being successful writer because I know my stories deserve to be told. It is what my father would want me to do.
So, I wish, with all my heart and soul, to make the connections I need to make to achieve this dream. I wish to tell the stories rattling around in my head. And by happenstance, if my wish is granted, achieve that secondary dream of making my family happy and prove that anyone can do anything with their life. Even a poor girl from the poorest county in Alabama.
