I love you. You...are...amazing. Remember that always. Sometimes you'll forget that along the way, but today, I miss you immensely. The spark in your brown eyes, wonder in your imagination, go-getter attitude, no cares in the world, and just pure ignorant bliss. How I wish I were you all over again!
I see you now, sitting there in the big red van, waiting for Dad to pitch the green canvas over it so we can start "camp" and eat. You have your notebook out, the one where you're writing your first poem ever about "The Tent" with picture in all. It makes me teary-eyed seeing you so innocent and about to dive into a whole other side of talents God gifted you.
From then, you'll fill those pages with a gazillion other poems, showing your emotions in black and white, or rhyming about things you see. You'll release yourself through them, some attempts at stories, and through the countless songs you compose. And when you sing/read them for people, they'll smile! Don't lose that feeling. It's called appreciation for your efforts and talent. It becomes scarce and maybe too competitive for smiles the older you get.
Come the end of H.S., you'll take a creative writing class that'll rock your world, and you begin your first real novel. But sadly you'll lose it. It's okay though. Lose it. Trust me. You'll write other things in the meantime of that lost novel. Newspaper articles, more poems, more songs, magazine articles, and then suddenly...you'll remember that book 14yrs later! When you do...it's going to be amazing because that's the exact same time you delve into the hidden world of blogging!
Don't ever give up on blogging! These are the friends and fans of your work and you of theirs. These wonderful people will guide, answer, and cheer for your writing when no one else seems to. And on top of that, you'll gain stellar, genuine friends. You'll learn about the gold of beta readers, too. They'll make you want to scream, cry, kill kittens, and all at the same time, grow bigger then the biggest tree ever. They tediously prune your work over and over again, but only to make it stronger and stronger. But you won't know it till you break down your stubborn walls. Besides, you only think you know what you're doing. Wait till you start reading some of their amazing stuff!
And now my warning to you little 8-yr-old-self, behind every writer's window, they may be crying out for help in some way. And sometimes that person is you. Never turn your back on anyone, including yourself. When others are falling, pick them up. When you're falling, ask for a virtual hand. Forgive yourself often because you're not going to be able to do all that you wish. And never let anyone make you feel like you don't deserve to chase your writing dream clouds. Avoid those stormy rains, and just pray for sun!
I love you, and together...we WILL make it in the writing "world".
Love your crazy self many many moons later,
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