"Just sit down and write every day, even if what you write doesn't make sense."
Those words echoed in my head every day. I remember when I heard them, too. I was just sitting, talking to my older brother. I told him how I like writing stories, even if they aren't that good. He looked me in the eye and said that if I wanted to be a better writer to just write every day. Just sit down, and write, whether it was continuing a story I had previously worked on, or starting a new one. I thought to myself 'Hey why not?' and did just that. Now look at me, I'm a kid with dozens of unfinished stories saved on his laptop's hard drive. So… now what? I write as often as I can, sort of. As much as I enjoy writing, I enjoy my friends. Also, responsibilities do come before everything. School, work, pets, friends. I have to make an appearance once in awhile. But, then I'm sitting at home, and it's midnight. I try to sleep, but I just can't. Why not? Is it because I didn't write yet? I didn't get a chance too, I had just finished an essay. Besides, essays are written.
Then again, I don't enjoy writing essays, I enjoy writing fictional stories about Pokemon or Digimon or pirates or assassins. Dragon's maybe? Why not? If it's appealing, I should write it! I'm just following my brother's advice. Of course, when I don't like what I'm writing, I just stop, no matter how far I've gone. I know I should go back, and make it into something I'd like, but come on, other stories are just more appealing to create. I can go back to that other one later, it's not going anywhere. Of course, the ideas that I have for it might fade away. So I'll just jot down the notes and be done with it. But still, I can feel it gnawing at the back of my brain, telling me to work.
But sleep is so appealing.
If sleep wasn't a necessity for life, I'd put all the time I waste sleeping into my writing time. Maybe. Things would be different if we didn't have to sleep. School and work would be longer, for example. And to keep things balanced, friends would want to hang out longer too. Crap, so I guess it doesn't matter, huh? Oh well, I'll just avoid sleeping anyways and go write. Then I'm sleeping in school, not paying attention in work, being a bore with friends because I'm tired. But then my mind goes back to what my brother told me. I have to write every day. Those days I shirk my duties, I feel like a fool. I'm not doing what I want. I'm not making myself happy. Isn't that what life is about anyways?!
So I sit and I write and I write some more. New stories, old stories, stories who's ages are somewhere in between, it doesn't matter.
Of course, there are many more new stories than the other two combined.
But hey, it doesn't matter how many stories you start. You can start 1000 stories, and even if they go unfinished, you'll still have 1000 stories to your name.
You know what, I'll double that. I want 2000 full, complete stories to my name. Long ones, short ones, happy ones, dark ones. Action, adventure, comedy (Even though I'm not that funny), drama. Romance, maybe. Sci-fi is pretty cool. I just want to write, why can't you leave me be?