Hello, my name is...

Hello, my name is….

Sarah. If you’re reading this, that’s great. If you’re casually pressing the back button because you realized this is definitely not the page you’re looking for, that’s great too. Have a great day! 

If you’re still reading, let me introduce myself. You already know my name so I won’t repeat that. I’m twenty years old. I’m a full time college student with only a semester left until I have to face the “real world” and frankly, I have no plans past the next four months.

I don’t really know what happened, but one day it was like someone just flipped a switch on and with that my desire to be published was alit. Now you’re muttering, “So what, Sarah”. Yeah, I know how it seems. Another twenty year old writing stories in her spare time hoping to be published. That seems like what all English majors want. 

Well, I’m not a English major. I’m studying Biochemistry and it is far too late for me to start over and choose English as my major (not that I really believe that I would, I love biochemistry, honestly). 

I mean I definitely considered English/Creative Writing when I started college, but that got lost in the hustle and bustle of choosing a more “stable” major, something that I could use to get into Medical School. Yep, I’m also Pre-Med…or I was. I might be Pre-Pharmacy now. Or I might just decide to forgo either of those options and go into writing. 

Which is why I started this blog. It’s a way to record my path to publishing (if I ever get there) and make some friends along the way. I originally decided to start this blog at the start of the new year (sort of like a New Years’ Resolution) and because my semester is rather busy, but I’ve been itching to start it, so I literally said “screw it” on my way back to my apartment after class today. I want to blog. I can have two readers or 2000 readers. I’m going to make the effort to blog at least every other day about writing and life in general so I can find out what it is I want out of life. 

Now that’s out of the way. Let me introduce myself again, just because I can -shrugs-. 

Hi, my name is Sarah. I’m a twenty year old completely and utterly in love with writing and reading YA books. I’ve been writing since I was fourteen—it all started with a  girl named Faith a healer who had to learn she had far more wounds to heal on herself before she could heal others. 

I continued writing in high school and then came to college. Writing my freshman year was non-existent, truthfully. I was struggling enough with classes and eating alone in the dining hall and making some new friends. Sophomore year I didn’t write very much either. But the summers after freshman and sophomore year—I wrote like a madwomen. I finished one manuscript the freshman year summer and 1.75 manuscripts this past summer. 

Now as a junior graduating early, I’ve been hit with those “big, important” questions. What am I going to do with my life? What do I need to do to get into this school or that one? What’s going to get me a stable job in the future?

And with all of these questions, I realized how much I love writing. How much I want to be published. How much being a YA author would be the dream job. 

So I decided I’m actually going to revise these manuscripts on my computer, continuing writing new ones, and start to eventually query agents. Basically, I’m going to take one step into the publishing/writing path. This isn’t something I ever want to forget—whether it works out the way I want it to (if I get an agent and a book deal) or if it doesn’t (if it doesn’t work and I have to return to my writer’s cave writing manuscripts that won’t see the light of day). 

I don’t ever want to forget. This is my way of recording everything. This is me taking a chance. This is me making writing a priority. This is me loving writing more than I’m scared of failing at it. This is me following my passion. Most of all, this is me being honest with myself. 

Whether you’re only going to read this post or all the subsequent ones—Hi, my name is Sarah and I’m an aspiring writer/author. (Pretend I shouted that from the highest hill/mountain/building in your respective town or city).