I write, therefore I exist

I've talked about how acting/theatre has changed my life, and I've talked about how music saved me.

Now it's time to talk about how writing affects me.

I've written since forever. When I couldn't write, I drew series that the daycare staff had to write text to. I "wrote" stories about Pokémons, or animals. Cats and foxes and stuff. I can't remember when my family got a PC, but it was pretty early, and I learned how to write on the first version of Windows Words before I attented school. I remember the first story I wrote on Words. It was called "Olle and Lisa and the Dragon" (in swe ofc) and it was two pages long.

In school I was the one with the reputation of writing the best stories. When having "free writing" everyone waited to hear my stories. In sixth grade I got a award (which was some money and fame and glory) for my stories on my graduation. I was immensely proud over myself.

During this time, I had already written hella lot of stories on the computer. Hundreds of pages. Just writing. Practicing. Horse stories, fantasy, tales, lore, you name it. I had started on my book already. I wrote 137 pages on my book as 14 years old, all of which I deleted. Fuck. But I wrote more. Another side story of my book, hundred pages. I wrote more than just this fantasy series. I wrote romance too. About fifty-seventy pages maybe of romance.

And when I was fifteen duing one week of final work exam of secondary school, did I write 60 pages. And let me fucking tell you, 60 pages in six days are crazy. Really really crazy lot. I wrote more words per day than Steven King does.

But it also killed me. Putting up with so much stress as it takes to write 60 pages in six days put me off writing for one year. But I continued. Those 60 pages got developed into 300 pages in two years, that now are a full novel.

I started writing scrips. Started off with a script of like 12 pages. Writing scripts are harder than writing novels, as they require fewer words. I contuened developing my craft.

Wrote a sequel to my book (which is still not finished, I'm up at 120 pages). Wrote longer and longer plays, 30 pages, 50 pages. Wrote three well fleshed up angsty short stories, just as a practice (but still dreaming about writing a reeeaally teenage-angsty novella collection hihi). Started writing actively on this blog, many posts a week, in another language.

I keep reading books. Keep reading stories. I keep writing.

I can't stop. I can't stop writing! It's my call. My final call. To make up stories. To write down stories. To give voices to characters. To give a voice to myself.

I write. Therefore I exist.