In my youth, I made a list of things I'd like to write about. I don't know when this list was made—high school, college? But I love that its components are abstract, rather than some silly structure that specifically outlines the plot of a singular story.
I never intended to be a writer, but I have this terrible downfall where I can't seem to not write books. I've tried to quit writing a couple times in my life, but obviously, it didn't take.
Once I accepted that about myself, that I was born to be a writer, the stories just started coming. But it didn't happen over night. It took me a long time to get over the potential negative thoughts that other people might have about me. That held me back from a lot—worrying that I might disappoint someone. When really, the only person I was disappointing was me.
What I Want to Write About:
A Way Out