I've always been a worrier. Mainly I worry that I'm not good enough at things, particularly writing, but I'm trying to change that attitude. I've always wondered if I'll ever be good enough at writing to get anything published or more importantly, I worry that no one will want to read my stories. Since I remembered my stacks of diaries, I’ve tried to stop worrying. My childhood diaries were vivid and imaginative, and even the most boring, everyday things were portrayed as exciting. I loved playing video games when I was younger, particularly things like Final Fantasy and the Sims 2, where personalisation was possible. I posted stories on the Sims 2 website and reading them back, I notice stupid spelling mistakes and punctuation problems, but the story itself is interesting and the writing brings out humour in unexpected places. Then there are my stories. I have a collection of hundreds of stories that I've been working on since the dawn of time; romances, fantasies, histories and so much more. Okay so they need work in places, particularly the ones I wrote when I was nine, but the basic skills are there. I spent hours perfecting the plot, making characters and writing till my fingers swelled. So if my nine year old self had that much belief that she could write, then why doesn’t’ the adult me?
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