Updated: Nov 3, 2019
Humans have been telling stories for thousands of years and they’ve existed long before written record. From cave paintings to folktales and from novels to screenplays, a good storyteller has always been admired.
I’ve been a daydreamer for as long as I can remember. As a kid I used to entertain myself by creating my own worlds and adventures. I would spend hours peddling my bike up and down our apartment complex reciting my new stories out loud. I’m sure the neighbors thought I was disturbed.
I started writing down some of these stories in junior high. Through my writing I could go anywhere, be anyone, and do anything I wanted to. No one knew what I was up to at that time
other than my mom. Although, the first time I worked up the courage to read her something I wrote, she fell asleep halfway through! I still love you though Mama if you are reading this.
When I was in grade school, I saw Tremors for the first time and was terrified that at any moment the ground would open up and I would be swallowed whole by a monster. To this day whenever I am watching a scary movie my feet can’t be touching the ground.
That’s how I feel when it comes to pursing my dream of becoming a published author. I'm terrified of putting myself out there and I battle with imposter syndrome every day. What if I can’t even finish writing book? What if no one ever reads what I’ve written? What if the stories I want to tell have already been told? What if my writing is horrible and I'll always be known as a failure?
What if this? What if that? But…what if I succeed?
I don't want to look back and regret never trying. So, I’ve decided to embark on this journey from daydreamer to dream achiever. I'm going to be one of those storytellers and share my creations with others.
It is one of my goals to document the journey here on this blog. Mostly because I find writing to be therapeutic but also because I enjoy reading about others rising above their challenges and finding their success. If I can be just one person's motivation to chase their own dreams, then it will be worth it.
(And yes, I now know that Tremors was meant to be a comedy. Something my husband teases me about to this day.)