Although I did not realize until a few years ago, writing has always been a part of my life. At the age of 11 I was told that there was this magical site called Wattpad on which you could upload your very own stories. Before that discovery I had written about Donald Duck’s stolen Chocolate Bar and talking dogs who had a club. After finding Wattpad, I started writing about the people that I liked. Ridiculous stories about Niall Horan and Liam Payne followed.

I had always been the one with a grand imagination. At the age of 8 I had made up a Guinea-Pig club with my best friend. We created imaginative superhero Guinea-pigs and gave them names. We allowed only a selection of friends to join us and adopt a pet and after half a year we had created 50 guinea pigs, every single one of them had a name and character. You had Heindje, who belonged to my best friend and farted literally everywhere you went. And there was Grootte, leader of the entire pack.

I believe I started my first blog perhaps two years later. No, I think it might’ve been 2012. I started writing an entirely different story, I was talking about clothes and experiences rather than fantasizing a dramatic story. It was something different, but I liked it.

Now, almost at the end of 2017, I can proudly say that I have learned very much on my 6 year long journey. Rereading my own stories helped me so much with finding out what I wanted to write and what I didn’t. Perhaps I did lose the non-stop ideas that once came to my mind but I am more creative then ever. I’m thinking differently than I used to and now I don’t just focus on the story itself. I focus on the characters, the setting and every little word that I write down.

I’m far from a great writer, but I’m only 17 years old. There’s enough room for improvements and I will gladly take on that challenge.