I can’t even begin to tell you when I started writing stories. It’s been a constant my entire life.
Early Work – School Age
There was a time back in primary school that I started writing a story with the girl who lived next door to me. It was a ridiculous story based in a school and all I remember is that a teacher was killed in a stabbing and all the kids went home as though it was nothing. The naivety of childhood.
Moving on from that, I started to write a lot during secondary school. Typical themes included: bullying, sleepovers, teenage pregnancy and sex. However there was one story that I spent most of my time writing, mainly as a form of escape from the severe bullying and subsequent depression I experienced: Vulnerable.
It started with a girl called Scarlett Oakwood. She had a head injury early on in the book and the story was following her return to school. Most of the narrative was a direct reference to my real life: bullies, loneliness and poor mental health. I wrote it by hand, pages and pages of A4 lined paper, but never finished it. That had been a trend, never finishing a book…
And then Dawn came along.
Dawn – College
November 2013 was my first attempt at National Novel Writing Month (or NaNoWriMo, as it’s commonly shortened to). I’d written a random scene of a group of people jumping on a moving train to evade capture by others some months before, inspired by a similar scene in Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows. Come the end of October, I talked heavily to a fellow novelist and through that formed a plot. It became the first (and only) novel I have ever completed.
I had a flurry of other novel ideas after Dawn, narratives to weave into the fantasy world I had created. Some I started to write, others remained as ideas. What did happen is I didn’t do as well as hoped in my A-levels. Still, I scraped my way into university and then the writing just sort of… stopped.
My creativity stalled for most of the time I was at uni, only really reawakening after The Smiler saved my life. I started out writing more poems and getting back into songwriting, but novel writing has taken a backseat whilst I’ve pursued fine art. After a change of direction, I’m finally returning to my true art form: fiction. In an attempt to get the creative juices flowing, I’ve started writing random short scenes on a Word document. It feels much more natural than fine art ever did; writing is something that I know in my heart is the right thing for me. This way feels much more like me, which is something I’ve not felt for a while.