My Book.(Yeah, yeah: Boring title. Just suck it up and read, please.)

Alrighty, guys. Hi!

  Anyway, so most of you know that I'm writing my own book. Actually, I have written it, finished the first draft, all that jazz. The reason why not many people have read it, is because I'm lazy and don't feel like editing. But enough about me..let's talk about the book. 

  So, I've always loved to tell stories: when I was younger and my parents would write my words down, telling stories while a group of people gather around me, and also typing on the computer. To me, writing is a way to leave your life for a short amount of time. It allows you your only opportunity to become another person, body, mind, and spirit. I actually find myself missing my characters if I don't write for awhile. 

  The idea came to me when I was probably around eleven. I thought, "I'm going to write a book," which of course, I didn't do. I wrote what I though was a good chapter and a half, scrolled up the document, and found that I had written two pages. Two freaking tiny pages. I was going to go back and continue writing, but I sorta stopped after that. Whoops. 

  Even though my "chapter" was so tiny, I looked back at it around a year later and saw the beginning to some great possibilities. Of course, the actual writing was junk, but the idea--well, it wasn't too shabby. 

  The idea lingered in the back of my mind and wouldn't go away.  A voice inside my head was practically screaming at me to get up off my butt and start to work on writing. The thought was appealing to me, but I never really decided to pursue it. I mean, it's a lot of work to write a book. Plus, I didn't know if I was any good at writing...and what's the point of taking the time to do something when you're terrible at it? 

  Well, I proved to be not-so-terrible at writing. In fact, I took a writing course at Mt. Sophia and got really, really good scores. My teacher would constantly email my mom, telling her how impressed she was. One of my essays was even featured on the website!(eep!) 

  That's when I decided that I needed to start writing. Not just boring little essays, but a big book that I and I alone could decide what to do with it. 

  So, I got to work. A plot steadily began to work its way into my mind, weaving fabrics together to form a new world of a teenage girl that no one has ever seen before. Characters came to mind, along with different traits, appearances, and so on. It was just so dang fun. 

  And then, the actual writing started. I sat at the computer and typed away, breathing life into my outline. It surprised me how easily words came to mind, how smoothly everything flowed. I had finished a very very rough draft of my first chapter. And then I deleted it on accident. (*Sarcastically, i give myself a pat on the back.)

  To say the least, I freaked out. I yelled at everyone to get out of the room, and they did. Now probably what a normal teenage girl would do, would be to cry and accept hugs and encouraging messages like, "Don't worry--that happens to everyone! Just breathe in and out and start writing again." Did I do that, nope. Instead, I got incredibly angry and wanted to stab something with a knife. There we go, that's definitely more of my personality.  For a minute, I thought that it was over, that this was a sure sign that I should stop. 

  Instead, I swallowed my self-pity, gritted my teeth, and re-wrote the first chapter. Believe it or not, I actually liked it better than the first draft I had deleted. 

  From there, it just went on. I didn't stop. I developed a love for writing. Every night, I would flop down into my bed, grab my phone, flipping the keyboard open my phone provided me with. (Yes, I know. I wrote the book a 400 page book on a phone. Craziness,) I would write and write and write. My parents thought it was pretty funny how i ended up writing the whole book on my phone. They say they'll get the laptop fixed.(A little late on that decision, guys) 

  And now, now I'm focusing on making a short promo trailer for my book. If you'd like to audition for it, email me at latshawcharis@gmail.com. 

  So there we have it, everyone. That's how I wrote a book. That's how i got the idea, imagined the plot, deleted the first chapter(*I'm sighing a  long, freaking annoyed sigh right now FYI), and finished writing a 400 page book. 

  Excuse me while I go pretend to edit:)