Hunter’s Writing Journey

Every author is different. Their life is different from others. Their jourmey into writing is different . They are organized or disorganized. In thoughts, life. or when actually writing.   My story is yet-to-be. Let’s make it so!   I always loved English and Literature, History and Science. Math and Phys. Ed. no so much. But I felt as if I lived my life through books I read, stories in movies and tv series and sometimes still do. English was the home I made for myself. English was my happy place. The storytelling, worldbuilding, and everything I imagined felt natural, beautiful , and the most spiritual temple I had.   It was only natural that I began the process of creation myself. Creating a world where I explore the pagan beliefs of man, a magic system, and worlds beyond our own. Storytelling, on the other hand, followed the natural flow of worldbuilding. Both were drugs as I began to tell a story. A story inspired by multiple shows, movies, and real life.   Creating a story felt invorgoriating, spell-binding, hopeful, and just pure joy.   The original book, Your Inner Child: Book I, was what started all those years ago. It began life as a “series of short stories”. Or what we might call epsiodic tales. But it grew. Through the years, it exploded as I grew.   Through the death of two grandfathers, a friend, and others, I wrote.   But it stalled. A first draft before stalling had been written. Then something happened which led to a emotional editing phase.   My friend/hero/big brother died. I died. I took it painfully.   We just passed the decade anniversary and I survived it. Not without trials, emtional toil, and a battle I don’t wish on my worst enemy.   Anyway, after he died was not my favorite time but I delved deep into my book. My disorganized house became more disorganized. My book became better. And while chapters have come and gone and are now deep inside the archives.   I survived through one move, years of storybuilding, writing Your Inner Child: Book II (not complete but started), and another move and through jobs.   I am still disorganized, I am still writing, worldbuilding, surviving, trying to adult.