My Change of Ambitions

Okay, so as a lot of you may know, I love to read and write. I feel so strongly about the two things, and how much I need them in my life. 

When I pick up a good book, it has the power to alter the way that I feel, my mood and how I will behave during the day. I get so stuck into this fictional world that I forget how much time has passed and I will latch myself onto this character. I will compare myself to them, slowly become them minute by minute until I have merged myself completely into the story, I'm no longer in my small bedroom in the UK, I'm a young girl lucky enough to go on tour with famous rock stars, or I'm that girl in the little cafe on the corner, I'm that boy doing everything I can to get the girl. It sounds mad, I know, but when I pick up a book, I'm no longer in this planet. I'm no longer Stephanie, I am this character, or I am watching from afar but still feeling what this character feels. Reading is my personal heaven. 

When I write I am different. I'm very passionate about what I do and what the kind of writing is that I do. I've had my mind set on one topic that I have thought up, and I've wanted to write about it ever since. I've done a couple of chapters, but nobody else can read them. There is only one other person in this world who has read part of my story, but I refuse to let anyone else. 

There's something inside me that fears other people reading it, even when that one person reads I'm ready to bolt out of the room before she can say anything. Yet I'm so eager for people to read it. Things can become impossible to get wrote down, because I'm scared of people reading them and judging them, and yet I'm too scared to let someone read it. 

Ugh. 

Anyway - back to the topic of the matter. I hope to continue writing through along with my every day life. I enjoy writing on the blog because I know that you - the readers - might understand my passion. At least I hope you can. 

So... thank you for that.