Writing a Book

Ever since I was a kid, I’ve wanted to be a writer. I loved reading and adventuring into new worlds via a book in my hand. I so badly wanted to deliver my own stories to people in hopes of creating the same experiences for others.There came a point, maybe two years ago, when I decided I was sick of saying that I wanted to be a writer. Not because it wasn’t true, but because I wasn’t doing anything to make that dream a reality. I wasn’t writing on a regular basis. I wasn’t studying on how to get better. I wasn’t actually pursuing it.Basically, I had an epiphany that I would never be a “writer” if I didn’t start putting some time and effort into writing. Not exactly a ground-breaking concept, but it was the kick in the pants I needed to get started.I took one piece of advice I had gotten years prior about writing and applied it to an idea I’d had for a while. I ended up with a pretty thorough outline that over the next year and a half became my first novel, but that only happened because one day I made a decision to set aside time to write each week.Honestly, I wasn’t always good at making the time to write (it did take me a year and a half…), but when I would get off track, I corrected myself and started writing again.Writing a book and becoming a writer, like most goals in life, takes a lot of work, a lot of time, and a lot of energy. The longer I went without putting in the work, the more unrealistic my dream seemed. Once I started writing and the more work I put into it, the more it seemed like finishing the book could be a possibility.Eventually, after a lot of blood, sweat, and tears, I did it...I finished writing a novel. The crazy thing is, as soon as I finished it, I was certain I could write another. And I am.