Well I started writing when I was a kid, eventually realized that likely the only reason I was writing was because I wanted to do the thing I was writing about, planned to join the military but then got diagnosed with a genetic disorder called X-Linked Retinitus Pigmentosa that, in short, slowly causes you to go blind. So that destroyed any chance of being part of the military. I stupidly tried to get into a journalism program, figuring that if I can't actually do it I can sort of half do it by being there reporting it. Obviously that didn't work out.
Continued writing, figuring if I can't do it myself I can sort of imagine what it would be like or something. During this time I did genuinely enjoy writing. I took it very seriously and planned on making it my career, had done a lot of industry research and legal research. Found out that itās a very bad idea to post work online because, depending what it is, you can get blacklisted from publishers for it. So I made sure never to do that. Made custom charts that I printed out to manually record my progress on various projects, something a creative writing teacher was amazed at. The same teacher tried very hard to get me to go professional, she ran her own magazine and said that she wouldāve published my work if it had been the genre of her magazine.
Then a bunch of really crazy stuff happened in my life that I won't talk about which made me outright quit and become hostile to the idea of writing as a job.
But my girlfriend constantly urged me to get back into it, pointing out that thereās no way I didnāt enjoy it given how much time Iād spent on it. She got me to help her on a story she had come up with when she was 14 that she wanted to make into a comic, so I did. Helping turned into me more or less writing the entire story for her. I hated that for awhile because I'd given up on writing and hated that I was wasting time on something I figured would never be viable as a career in the current economic state of the world. She didnāt help things very much back then either with her attitude, focus, and work ethic. After awhile I had zero confidence that she was ever going to take it seriously enough to run a business on let alone live off of. So to me at the time it was all about the money, I hated writing and got nothing emotional out of it, so if I was going to spend my time and energy on this it had to make money. But since success was dependent on her as well... there was a lot of tension during that time... a lot.
But I did recognize that back in the day I genuinely enjoyed writing, so I tried forcing myself to get back into it anyways with small success. Got really, really positive feedback on a few things I wrote. But I didnāt have much momentum and still didnāt see writing as viable. Tried to get into a programming bootcamp hoping to finally be rid of writing and to have my own economic independence. During this time my girlfriend dramatically began changing her work for the better. Continuing the trend sheād already been setting for becoming probably the hardest working person Iād ever met, finally dealing with what I saw as her focus issues. Going from spending too much time drawing things not actually related to her comic while complaining about the lack of progress on her comic to drawing nothing but character sheets, environment concepts, architecture concepts, etc. She showed no signs of slowing down. I started having trouble in the bootcamp because of my eyes and interestingly started enjoying writing again. When I had to make the decision to either flunk out and regain some of the money spent on the course or try forcing myself through the end and just hope I pass it became obvious that I was never going to be a programmer. So I went back to working on the story and I havenāt looked back since.
Even though I hated the whole idea of it when she pretty much shanghaied me into it, Iād grown attached to the story that Iād designed and I wasnāt about to let all that time and effort get thrown away. Iād gotten more and more bits of writing passion back from my own efforts elsewhere, coming up with a few other long form projects that I might actually do sometime. And now I just... like writing again. I donāt even know why, I just do. Whether we will have any success with it I have no idea, but thatās not really the point anymore. I decided that, since Iām just going to die anyways, thereās no point doing anything I donāt want to do. So Iām all in on writing once again.
I have no idea if my story helps you in any way, but who knows, maybe it will.