TEENS CAN DO ANYTHING
Hey Fellow book-Lovers!
Since it is the week of Valentine’s Day, I thought I would take today to share with you a post from my blog which has garnered more LOVE (as measured by page views) than any other single post. Like more than ten others combined. That’s a lot of love. I wish you a lovely Valentine’s Day and I hope this post gives you a bit of inspiration to follow your heart, to listen to where it wants to lead you.
Hugs and Chocolate Kisses,
HOW FIFTEEN-YEAR-OLDS CHANGED MY LIFE
It took -year-old boys to convince me to follow my heart and start writing full time. Fifteen’s this great age. You’ve survived the battle arena of middle school and probably made it through your first year of high school. And in some part of you that maybe doesn’t hover on the surface, you know—absolutely know—that you can do something great.
Yeah, maybe a person or circumstance in your life has shoved that knowledge down to the deep end of the pool and tied it there with a big rock, but you still know it’s there, it’s true, and it really doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks because you know it.
Look around at the adults in your life: how many of them still know this, carry it around in their pockets? One? Two? Zero? We get old and we get tired and we forget that we ever felt this way once. I mean, adults write sentences like “It’s never too old to be what you might have been” precisely because we have to see it spelled out in black and white to even remember what we knew at fifteen.
Four years ago I found Eragon by Christopher Paolini. I was standing in my Costco, looking at the books table (the coolest part of Costco.) As I browsed, I overheard these grandmas talking.
“Wrote it when he was a teenager, and he’s a real nice kid. He home-schooled with one of my grandchildren.”
Well, you can bet that caught my attention. This gorgeous book was written by a teen? Whaaat? Anyway, I bought the book and loved it. And I thought to myself, Wow. This kid: he’s like, fifteen, and he didn’t have any issues with writing a freaking long book. He just did it. And then did it again.
20, 2009, I told myself: “No more ‘I’m-going-to-write-a-novel-someday;’ I
need to just write. Like those fearless fifteen-year-olds. Forget ‘someday.’ This is someday.”
You know how adults or teachers say that their kids teach them so much? (Yeah, we do say that, and if you’re a teen and the adults in your own life aren’t saying it, that sucks—they should, because it’s true!) So anyway, it took a pair of undaunted teenage boys to teach me that if I wanted to do something bad enough, I needed to just start. Today.
No matter what your age is: be that fifteen-year-old version of yourself. And if you are fifteen? Do what you know you can do. Do it now before you get old and forgetful and busy doing things that don’t really matter to you anyway. Take it from a late-bloomer. Nuff said.
Thank you, Chris Paolini, for showing me that it’s okay to do what you dream of doing and that if you weren’t too young to do it, then maybe I wasn’t too old. And thanks to my son, the ‘JWS’ to whom I dedicated my first book. Because if it weren’t for him and Paolini and their teenager-ability to just do stuff, I wouldn’t be writing novels today.
And that would just be sad.
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