For those that are interested in how some writers come to be...
I made it to fifty posts. Gave some critique, welcomed new members and provided writing tips. I will continue to do so, gladly, but now it's my turn to share my work. I will post the latest story I've written in Share Your Work, Non Fiction, as soon as allowed. It's titled "Like Me", i'd greatly appreciate constructive criticism on it.
If I may share some (personal) backstory. I am a writer, and, uh, I just found out. After 41 years spinning around on this globe, bumbling through life unawares to the fact that I can actually write well, I wrote a short story. It was January of 2015, I was in love (again) with a girl fifteen years my junior. She was uh maze ing and it wasn't hard to fall for her, beyond connecting on a physical level, we also connected on an artist level. A level that i didn't quite realize I had at the time. She produces fantastic artwork seemingly without effort. She had to convince me that my writing was good. Well, she moved on. Do I miss her? Uh, yeah! Can you tell?
I suffer, boy do i suffer, from depression and suicidal thoughts. She encouraged me to express to her my feelings and thoughts on a specific day that occurs every few weeks. I obliged and wrote a short story in the third person about how i feel. I had been told to journal by counselors and friends in the past, but found it unhelpful and a waste of time. Time being the most important to me. But I did something different, i wrote in the third person and the words just flowed. Writing my story about somebody else made it so I could exactly express the emotions and feelings. I sent it to her via text message, and she replied "jesus conrad, you need to have your words published." What? I shared it with others and received positive comments. I wrote more short stories and am in the process of writing an autobiographical novel, and I receive more and more encouragement from people the more I write.
I am a high school dropout, skipped college and work as a truck driver. I aint book lerned and was quite surprised at the positive reviews. As well, I don't read books. At all. The last book I read was around ten years ago and I still find myself at odds of reading. I find it extremely boring. No genre has ever piqued my interest and held my attention. And guess what? I don't love writing, or even like it for that matter. Sure it's a creative outlet and I receive words of affirmation but I find it a tedious task, even though I do it well. I guess you'll be the judge of that!
So where does that leave me? Attempting to figure out what to do next. Attend a writing course? Just write a book and hand it out to the world to either crash and burn or find critical acclaim? Movie producers banging down my door for the rights? Sorry, I got carried away dreaming out loud. Anyhow, I really don't know what I'm doing, my work will speak for itself on my natural abilities to write and share a story as I see it in my mind. If you do happen to read my work, feel free to pick it apart and give me a dose of reality. I think it's awesome, you may not!
My name is Conrad, thank you for letting me share
I made it to fifty posts. Gave some critique, welcomed new members and provided writing tips. I will continue to do so, gladly, but now it's my turn to share my work. I will post the latest story I've written in Share Your Work, Non Fiction, as soon as allowed. It's titled "Like Me", i'd greatly appreciate constructive criticism on it.
If I may share some (personal) backstory. I am a writer, and, uh, I just found out. After 41 years spinning around on this globe, bumbling through life unawares to the fact that I can actually write well, I wrote a short story. It was January of 2015, I was in love (again) with a girl fifteen years my junior. She was uh maze ing and it wasn't hard to fall for her, beyond connecting on a physical level, we also connected on an artist level. A level that i didn't quite realize I had at the time. She produces fantastic artwork seemingly without effort. She had to convince me that my writing was good. Well, she moved on. Do I miss her? Uh, yeah! Can you tell?
I suffer, boy do i suffer, from depression and suicidal thoughts. She encouraged me to express to her my feelings and thoughts on a specific day that occurs every few weeks. I obliged and wrote a short story in the third person about how i feel. I had been told to journal by counselors and friends in the past, but found it unhelpful and a waste of time. Time being the most important to me. But I did something different, i wrote in the third person and the words just flowed. Writing my story about somebody else made it so I could exactly express the emotions and feelings. I sent it to her via text message, and she replied "jesus conrad, you need to have your words published." What? I shared it with others and received positive comments. I wrote more short stories and am in the process of writing an autobiographical novel, and I receive more and more encouragement from people the more I write.
I am a high school dropout, skipped college and work as a truck driver. I aint book lerned and was quite surprised at the positive reviews. As well, I don't read books. At all. The last book I read was around ten years ago and I still find myself at odds of reading. I find it extremely boring. No genre has ever piqued my interest and held my attention. And guess what? I don't love writing, or even like it for that matter. Sure it's a creative outlet and I receive words of affirmation but I find it a tedious task, even though I do it well. I guess you'll be the judge of that!
So where does that leave me? Attempting to figure out what to do next. Attend a writing course? Just write a book and hand it out to the world to either crash and burn or find critical acclaim? Movie producers banging down my door for the rights? Sorry, I got carried away dreaming out loud. Anyhow, I really don't know what I'm doing, my work will speak for itself on my natural abilities to write and share a story as I see it in my mind. If you do happen to read my work, feel free to pick it apart and give me a dose of reality. I think it's awesome, you may not!
My name is Conrad, thank you for letting me share
