Being able to express emotions in a different way. Almost satisfyingly. You look back at not a memory or thought but an entire book based on your mental state over the course of a few months.

That and it's a way of expressing Imagination you might otherwise never use.

I'm about five chapters deep into a new book I'm writing called Aurora's secret and I'm throwing absolutely everything I have into it. It's paying off too, it's the most noticed book I have on wattpad. If it gets anywhere I may even raise my hopes and try to get it published. Easy now, need to bring myself back to reality. xD Okay. I'm good. Next question please.

Well I joined this site about fifteen minutes ago but if I did have any fans they would definitely mean a lot! You can't get anywhere without people supporting you. That's how authors thrive- On support. And readers. But supportive readers. And I would be utterly grateful if just one person noticed me to be honest.

The thrill of not knowing what lies in your path! What will happen today! Yesterday was yesterday and now all that's in the past. If you focus on each day and give yourself little goals, dream, motivations... You'll never grow weary of the sight of new day. This is getting me all siked up for tomorrow now. xD

Gahhh THis is the question I've been waiting for! Since I could read at a very young age I found some books an old box, not sure if you've heard of the series but... THE FAMOUS FIVE?! Yeah. That was what got me first hooked on reading at the age of five. Continued to read them till I was like Twelve. I wanted to read the secret seven series too but I was so attached to the famous five characters that I couldn't I never did read them in the end.

So yeah. Sorry I go a little side tracked. Enid Blyton is the top of the list. Then Jane Austen. Willard Price (LOVE his books) Kate Morton. Many more but it's midnight and I can't think straight. Next question please.

Thinking about writing obviously. I carry a notepad with me at all times. (I've even modified it to be an ultimate writers journal. There's a pocket in the inside back where I keep loose papers If I didn't have the notebook at a certain time. Then I added elastic around the side so It stays shut because it BULGES. Then I stapled that elastic a little in a way so my pen has a place to go. I keep getting off subject don't i?) If I get Ideas I write them in the journal. If I don't have ideas and I'm having a mental block I look through the notepad at old ideas, even ones I used and then eventually I remember the path for the book I'm on and continue straight on. Sometimes I just sit there and force myself to write out ideas. As crummy as those may be... Later when I am thinking clearly I can elaborate on them in a better way.

Ah yes, as clear as a hot but pleasant summers day. It's on the shelf above me right now. It was a ten page a5 hand written kidnapping story about two kids who's mum was upstairs and someone broke down the front door and took the kids. I was Nine.
It has a cliffhanger ending where you don't know what happens to the kids and I never did get round to the sequel....

Good memories. I've written several Kidnapping Novels now though. Just goes to show it always sticks to you. I knew what my path was without even realising it at the age of Nine.

For literal years now I've dreamed of writing a book like the one I'm doing now. For months I've been creating a new book draft, realising there's not enough material to turn it into a novel, completely wiping that slate, getting frustrated, renouncing myself as an author and hiding in a hold in the ground.

Dozens. Of. Times. This. Has. Happened. But at the new year I had a break through of sorts. I decided to go back and nit pick certain parts from all these story drafts and- wait for it- PUT THEM INTO ONE BOOK. YES, LADIES AND GENTLE MEN. And so that's what I'm doing now and It's why I'm throwing it all into this book. I want it to be the one that fulfils all my childhood dreams.

For some reason the book Chasing red came to mind even though it was no where near the first book I read. Moving on...
It was probably a Famous five book as I mentioned in a previous question. I was honestly so attached to the characters. When it was late in the evening and my parents had said goodnight, switched off the light and gone downstairs... I would pull out my reading light that attached to a book and I would read for hours until I couldn't keep my head up. It's probably why my eyesight sucks now and I'm not even out of my teen years.

An atomic explosion.

There's fiddly things everywhere for when I get frustrated and can't focus. Then there's the fifty water bottles I don't seem to notice and quite frankly am not sure how they even stay there. Right now I have a pot of knocked over pencils and pens and it hasn't even bothered me. Never mind. Now that I've seen it it's bugging me. Give me a second I'm gonna go pick it all up.

I will surf every corner of the interweb until I find a eye-pleasing image that fits the pixel reccomendations. Then I go into paint on my laptop and add some words in an arty manner in which catches someones eye. There. Finito.

Then I look at that cover a few days later. Am disgusted with my poor choice of image/font whatever and I repeat the process until months later I am left with a cover I actually am comfortable with.

Although in experience? I always end up crawling back to the first one I usually had made. It tends to be the one reflecting the book it's self because that was when the book Idea was fresh and hot in my mind.