13 years old and wanting to become a writer

I was 13 years old when I seriously considered wanting to become a writer. In grade 8 everyone had this ‘What do you to be in life’ assignment thing, or something like that. I can’t remember the exact name. Anyway we had to choose three things that we could see ourselves doing for a career. All I could think of was being a writer, the other two were a blank to me. I had to write else something down for the other two because a teacher told me that I had to, I just put random things down (I actually can’t remember what I wrote). Out of the entire grade of 80 others, I was the only one who wanted to be a writer.

Prior to that I hadn’t really thought I of what I wanted to do in life. Though I had, as a child, gone off and created my own stories for fun. I remember when I was 11/12 creating one and then showing it to my Dad and him remarking that it was pretty impressive. That was different to when was 13 and at Christmas time we were at my Aunt’s and Mum mentions that I want to be a writer, and then Aunt says, ‘you experience to be a writer.’ I tell you what I didn’t appreciate that. It made me stubborn to the idea that I was going to write.

Who said you needed experience to write? Who said that a person couldn’t create a perfectly good story without ever gaining decades of life experience. All you had to do was think about the people you’re writing about and imagine how they would feel to situations around them. Granted you can do a poor job at that, but it would be a testament of your writing skills and poor character development.

Though 10 years later I can kind of see her reasoning. If you don’t understand human behavior somewhat then your going to have a hard time writing good characters. Still at 11 I wrote a good angry character, that had a logical reason for being angry.

From 13 years onwards I think I regularity began creating characters, action sequences and story lines regularly. I just couldn’t help it, my mind wondered and there were times when I wouldn’t be paying attention to the people around me. Even now I’m always inside my head more than outside.

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