Sometimes, as a writer, I feel like my life is more like a book.
I can picture the chapters ending with the cliffhanger of what Mom and I were going to do after the divorce. Or what I was gonna do when I was first offered drugs in high school.
But sometimes my life is too anti climatic for that. For example, when I was offered the drugs, I looked at the person as if she was crazy. The boy beside me – who did the drugs I assume regularly – said no for me because I’m too “innocent”. We went through the rest of English class like it was nothing.
Stories are inside of all of us though. Not just one story, but many. There’s the story of me with beauties and difficulties of marching band. There’s the story of me of overcoming the scares my childhood left on me. There’s the story of me learning how different the world is from what I thought by the time I got to college.
Everyone has these stories inside of them, but not everyone can write them out. That’s when writers come into play. We write out everyone’s lives – our lives – in nonfiction and fiction stories. We translate life onto a page for others to read and transcend.