So in case you didn't know, I wrote and published a book called Shari Tucker's Wacky World: We're Moving?! I started writing it at the age of seven, give or take a little. It took a while for me to finish it. And by fifth grade, I was convinced it was literary gold, especially when I got the chance to publish it. I mean, puh-shaw, I'm an author, YOU CAN'T TOUCH ME!! But, uh, I'm in seventh grade. Lots have changed. Learned a lot. And oh dearie, do I ever cringe at each sentence in that book.
You can just tell someone of youth wrote that book. It's like each idea that sounded good at the moment just spewed onto the page. A child's imagination has no boundaries, and neither does this book. You can compare that to what I write now and it's improved tenfold.
Yes, it's known as the author's curse. The "it could have been better, it should be better, what have I done, burn it now." But I have reasons. A long chain weighs me down now, after publishing a book and selling it and boasting about it to people at school. It's a chain that'll stay with me for a while. Because people will look at that and think I still write like that. When I can truly and honestly say I don't, and I think that's a good thing.
But support goes a long way. Family, friends, teachers, everyone: I love you. Those reminders make me feel fuzzy inside. No one could do that at the age of seven. No one could publish a novel at that age. Some kids my age still write like that. Heck, some adults still do.
So people say you have to be old to write a book? Not at all. It's just better if you know what you're doing before you even attempt to write a book, nevertheless PUBLISH it. And wisdom definitely comes with time.
Does this mean I'm gonna stop writing? Uhhm, HECK TO THE NO. I love writing, and not even "unworthy" pieces I've written from years ago will stop me. Like, honestly, I'm proud that I typed up this post on the spot.
However, if I published all my *ahem* private *cough, sputter* writing in my journals, I'd be simply horrified. Not that it's extremely bad, it's just. . . It's meant to be seen by a limited amount of eyes. And then there's always the issue of "is it original enough", since a lot of the writing in there has been inspired by other people and plots and characters. . . And, and--we're getting off-track here.
What was the meaning of this post? I really don't know. To blow off some steam? Yeah, let's go with that. Thank you, whoever's reading this. Thanks for having the time to actually listen to my pity-party, first-world, really-not-important-nor-relevant problem. Small round green vegetables.