I naturally always look too far ahead of things. Right now I have around six projects or so swimming around my head from video-game essays, video-game books, books-about-something-else, writing gigs and columns, game/film critique corners and so on and so forth. I like looking ahead, it makes sure I’m not scared when the idea finally hits me in the face, although now I’ve just realised I’ve been looking ahead at the wrong things. I love writing, it is my drug, it makes me have these stalemate stares with my screen as I type away. My first stories, horribly written things, are around here somewhere with the plans for said projects, horribly written things. I am growing too old, come August I will have been writing for over three years professionally. I am sixteen years old, I will be seventeen in September and that terrifies me. Right now there’s a short story I want to write, the title of it pretty much sums up my life right now – ‘REMEMBER WHEN DAYS FELT LIKE DAYS’ – I’m thinking of putting it on here free of charge because I’m nice. I am scared, but I’m not cowering in fear, as said I love writing and the day I die you’ll find a pen or a laptop in my hand.
Speaking of looking forward, I tweeted this image out the other day: Continue reading