An Author's Guide to Writing-written by Bugoutcomedy
"It's none of their business that you have to learn to write. Let them think you were born that way."— Ernest Hemingway
I wasn't born a writer. And neither were you. We must learn how to write, how to string our words to make our own beliefs.
I spent most of my life knowing I wanted to be a writer. Did I write though? Sure, only when it came to assignments my teachers told me to do.
You can't call yourself a writer until you write everyday, until it drives your entire being insane. You must have ideas coming to mind every second of every day; you must have characters that not only live in the pages but in your life, your mind, you.
I only started to write seriously this summer.
It all started with a character, Thea Dixon. God, Thea is so much like me. But she's no Mary Sue.
Thea Dixon started out as a drawing. She was a horrible drawing of an imp, green skin, pink hair, grey eyes. But something about her stuck in my mind. I changed her appearance, auburn hair, flushed skin, brown eyes that turned red when she was angry.
She was in my mind for a couple of days, until she revealed her story to me. I don't remember exactly what she said but it must have been something. So I started to write. My first draft of the beginning was horrible, all written on paper.
School then let out so I had more time to write. I ditched my first draft and started again on a Word document.
Thea had bad luck in her beginning. I wrote a thrilling battle scene with Thea and her body guard/friend, Dylan Jonathan Kale, but he's just known as D.J. Kale.
I remember my fingers typing out her mother's death, Thea's sister clutching her pale hand.
I won't lie to you; I treat my characters like dirt in their stories. But I guess that's why they are so easy to love, I treat them like humans. They have bad luck, but things work out with a little friendship and love.
Things were wonderful. I was sending updates to my aunts, cousins and friends. They loved it. They craved more. I was having so much fun, writing with a purpose. But happy things have to end at some point.
I remember the day my computer got a virus. I remember the lump in my throat when my dad told me I couldn't write anymore. I wasn't stupid, I didn't save my story on my computer; it's on my flash drive. But we didn't know what day the virus had entered my computer; it might be on my flash drive.
It's been weeks since I wrote anything on that Word document. My computer is still broken and my dad is too busy fixing our house to worry about my computer, to check that my flash drive is safe.
You're probably wondering, 'What does this have to do with me learning how to write?'. It has everything to do with you learning how to write, reader.
Picture yourself as me, if you were a true writer, you do have done the same thing I have, begged your dad everyday to fix your computer. You wouldn't have fallen apart though, you would have picked yourself up and wrote other stories, invented other characters. But you would never have forgotten that story. It helped you to start writing, didn't it?
As much as authors love a certain character, they must make their family grow. They must create new worlds, new problems for other characters to face.
So, reader, have you the nerves to enter the land of writing? Do you have the guts to treat your characters like dirt to teach them a life-changing lesson? Do you have the heart to love them no matter what happens?
If yes, then reader, I welcome you to the writing world. Hold on to your hats ladies and gentlemen because this ride is about to get bumpy.