Waking up in the middle of the night and writing down the flow of ideas that come to mind, in hopes of turning it into something one day. Debating whether the simplest of ideas are good enough to go on and be turned into something much bigger than yourself. Is this something common or is it just me?
I actually have a folder on my Google Drive where I write down all of my dreams and ideas of books I would personally love to read or would be appealing to others. I have different lengths of writings from a few sentences to multiple pages of nonsense that is just waiting for their moment to shine. But instead, they just stay there as ideas. Little seeds, planted perfectly into the soil, waiting for the motivation and desire to let them grow into the wonderful flowers they could become.
I have always been a child with a wide imagination, sometimes too wide for my parents to contain. I remember when I was younger, my sister, cousin, and I would write multiple continuations to Cinderella. I think in one day, we made it all the way up to Cinderella 9. And the imagination did not stop there. English soon became my favorite class in middle school and high school because I could write about anything I wanted and could just let the ideas flow onto paper. From writing about different points of views like the mouth of a dead girl to writing about a dystopia of cloning people and using them to produce the perfect editions of humans. I use writing to express my feelings and it helps me to process how I am feeling, especially in high school.
So this is to the book I will never write. The books that could have grown into bestsellers and would have a hidden lesson behind every word. A book full of emotions and drags you in and makes you feel the feelings the main character feels. The books that could have grown from a learning experience of my own and could have been a strong lesson to others to learn from. A book that could connect on every level with the reader, even in the darkest moments because like they say, some writing is done best in someone's worst moments. Some of my favorite things I have written was inspired when I was lost in my own thoughts. Being lost in my own world has allowed me to write about the wildest of dreams that one day could have been a great story. To the book that could have been written, it would have opened many doors for what others could enjoy and how to allow those with no voice to be able to speak. I know that it did for me and some may even say it saved me from the dangers of my mind.
Maybe one day, I will find the motivation and courage to write whatever I want and to continue with my ideas, even the sad and crazy ones. Maybe it will be one strong push given by those who love and support me and I could have a bestseller sitting on a shelf in my room. But for now, the book will forever be known as the book I will never write. And one day that could all change.
