I have a little story for this:
The other month, I was looking through my room and saw an old notebook that had a whole story written in it. So I sat down and read through it. About a girl who fell in love with a soldier who lived on the opposing side. I laughed a bit because my 12 year old self was so serious about this story.
But I was fond of it because my 12 year old self was so serious about this story.
I saw all the little notes and pictures and character sheets I drew for the story. I saw all the eraser marks and pen scratches to get it just perfect. I could see myself again, sitting in my room, excited and needing to write that story because it was something I knew I wanted to read.
I keep that book close to me, on my shelf. I do that with a lot of my old art and stories.
At the end of the day, I've always wrote for myself. I always wrote stories because they were the kind I wanted to read and maybe share with others. I wanna keep going through with those stories and make 12 year old me proud.
That's what motivates me 