My Journey Through Words: Embracing the Night and Literature

A Love for the Night

I still remember the nights when I would pretend to fall asleep. Lying in bed, I waited for my parents to drift off. I did this to stay up a little longer, to read a few more chapters of my book, or to write small scenes for my not-so-impressive novel. I would fall into the pages, reading until my eyes drooped and sleep beckoned me.

One night, my mother saw a light under my door and came in to check on me. I had my laptop in hand, deeply immersed in writing a little fantasy book I had conjured. It was late on a school night, and she gently told me to go to bed.

Guess what I did? I didn’t go to sleep! I stayed up a bit longer because I wasn’t done with my scene yet. Mom, if you see this, no, you didn’t catch me!

Stars and Stories

From a young age, I fell in love with the night. I gazed at the stars, studying the constellations. I learned their stories and embraced them within my own words. There was something about a star burning brightly in the onyx sky that intrigued me to my core. I love pulling stars and night into many of my pieces for this reason.

Even back in elementary school, they had a blow-up dome where we could sit inside. I sat with my classmates, staring at the labeled constellations. As the instructor told the stories, I quietly recited them to myself.

The Shift to Science

Throughout middle school and high school, I read here and there. However, I was more focused on my sciences. I took two science classes every year and three my senior year, along with getting my CNA license. I did take advanced English courses and a college English class my senior year. Despite the many sciences, my favorite classes were always English and the arts. I felt most comfortable during those 45 minutes, soaking in the lectures.

But I never thought it was possible for me to become an author. I doubted my ideas and felt my writing wasn’t interesting enough to share. So, I chose nursing, which felt like the safe option at the time. Yet, a part of me always felt missing during nursing classes and clinical work. That part of my soul tugged at me, and I ignored it for a while until I finally let it speak.

Rediscovering Literature

Over time, and through a long story I’ll share later, I fell in love with literature once again. I battled the idea that I wouldn’t be good enough and that everyone would hate my work. Instead of just dipping my toes in, I dove into my field. I started to read, write, and study more. I can’t leave this blog without thanking my friends and family who encouraged me to switch my major.

I remember the anxiety I felt when I first considered it.

“Is this what you want to do?”

Yes, without a single doubt.

“Are you happy with this?”

Completely and utterly in love.

“Then do it.”

I admit, tears flowed later that night when I was under the stars once again.

Finding My Home in Words

I have never felt more at home doing what I love. It wakes me up in the morning, knowing my professors will teach me something impactful. From Shakespeare's sonnets to nonfiction historical texts and even fictional tales, there is something to learn in every publication.

Dreams and Aspirations

I have many dreams and aspirations. I dream of becoming a New York Times bestseller or seeing my novels on shelves. Yet, deep down, I want to spread the love of literature. I aim to engage more people in every genre and storyline. I want to share stories of those who deserve to be heard around the world.

Join Me on This Journey

Now, if you made it to the end without falling asleep or clicking away, I would love for you to stick around. Join me on this journey of expressing ideas of love, transformation, and words. There is so much more to come, and I am incredibly excited to embark on this adventure with you all.