I’ve been thinking a lot about my novel, and about the characters in it. Not until just recently did the characters really start to live. I’ve been able to make connections between the real world, and my fantasy world. The characters are beginning to take form in part because I’m able to see them in a more real light. I’m finally able to see the real reason I’m writing the book in the first place.When I was younger, I always wanted to be a writer. It’s just something within me. I have this need to express myself with words, to show others how I feel and what I see through the phrases and sentences that I write. Sometimes I don’t even understand where the words come from, and it’s so magical to see what I’ve created.

I’ve learned a lot this summer about the story I’m writing. At first, it was going to be an adventurous love story. But now, it’s much more than that. It’s got a new theme that always existed and was lying just underneath all of it, and I never picked up on it. And the main character that I started writing about may not even be the character who plays the largest part in the story. It may be a character that I only recently started writing about, a character that I wasn’t sure about, a person who may be the strongest person in the entire world (of my novel anyway).

I’m still discovering new things about my characters as I write them, and I am constantly changing things, and figuring out the reality of the story. It’s like I have stumbled into their world, and they’re letting me see who they are for the first time. And I’m slowly getting into their heads.

What’s odd is that the story of my book, which I dreamt up years ago, is eerily similar to what’s happening in my own reality. I’ve come full circle so to speak with several things in my life. It’s almost as if I couldn’t write my book until this year, until I had resolved my past and my future, and figured out my own journey in life. There was a time when I did not write, for long periods of time. Now, it’s all I think about. The passion that I’ve been missing for so long has been returned to me, and I can now write, fueled by this new passion. I am at peace with myself, and I have hope for good things to come.

It’s all so strange but so exhilarating at the same time. And I thrive on keeping this passion within me alive as long as I can.