“I’ve come to the conclusion that being an adult is not for me”
– My wonderful critique partner, Akshaya! 🙂 /story of my life.
I was thirteen years old when I first decided I wanted to be a writer.
A girl I knew then—who is now one of my best friends—introduced me to the world of fanfiction, and I have no shame in admitting that some of the first things I wrote were indeed fanfiction. Harry Potter fanfiction to be specific. And if you know me at all, you’ll find that utterly unsurprising.
However, since that moment I decided I wanted to be a writer, something changed: I was told I had to become an adult. I had to do adult things like get good grades and go to college. Other adults—and peers who were aspiring adults—told me that I had to think about the future, pick a major that would guarantee me a job after graduation, make a lot of money to support the family that I would no doubt have one day…
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