My story, hidden now, is worthy of being transported from heart to paper. My story, hidden now is worthy enough to be shared with a community, big or small. My story, hidden now is worth the time spent to turn a rough draft into polished perfection.
Uncovered words are like booming voices in the ears of readers, while hidden words are silent, dead and useless. My words give colour to a blank, dull canvas. I must write in order to paint a colourful world, to inspire to motivate and to stir change.
A novice eighteen year old I was when I began my journey as a writer. No formal training just a heart to impact and an idea in my head. The internal and external voices shouted, "Be great or quit." Pressure set in and my desire to not fail weighed more than my desire to tell a story. I began to take every advice and reconstructed my literary piece to fit the image my beta readers had of my story. Suddenly my story became everyone else’s.
I silently purposed in my heart to quit. "Writing is not for me. My story isn't worthy, if it was then it would be loved as is and not critiqued for what it's not." One day I spoke with my father, a wise, supportive and hardworking man. His words were simple, "It's your story. You must tell it the way it came to you."
I had to find my own voice and believe in myself regardless of my internal fears or the opinions of others, whether constructive or otherwise. I soon realized that the job of a writer meant telling the story from your own unique point of view as well as having the bravado to share.
The day I opened my first box of Forgive to be Forgiven copies, a new voice emerged, "It was worth it." I have a choice every day, to write or allow my inner story to perish. I choose to write. I write when no one’s watching. I write when it does not generate my expectations. I write because the story within is worthy of manifestation.
-Chantol Aspinall
Uncovered words are like booming voices in the ears of readers, while hidden words are silent, dead and useless. My words give colour to a blank, dull canvas. I must write in order to paint a colourful world, to inspire to motivate and to stir change.
A novice eighteen year old I was when I began my journey as a writer. No formal training just a heart to impact and an idea in my head. The internal and external voices shouted, "Be great or quit." Pressure set in and my desire to not fail weighed more than my desire to tell a story. I began to take every advice and reconstructed my literary piece to fit the image my beta readers had of my story. Suddenly my story became everyone else’s.
I silently purposed in my heart to quit. "Writing is not for me. My story isn't worthy, if it was then it would be loved as is and not critiqued for what it's not." One day I spoke with my father, a wise, supportive and hardworking man. His words were simple, "It's your story. You must tell it the way it came to you."
I had to find my own voice and believe in myself regardless of my internal fears or the opinions of others, whether constructive or otherwise. I soon realized that the job of a writer meant telling the story from your own unique point of view as well as having the bravado to share.
The day I opened my first box of Forgive to be Forgiven copies, a new voice emerged, "It was worth it." I have a choice every day, to write or allow my inner story to perish. I choose to write. I write when no one’s watching. I write when it does not generate my expectations. I write because the story within is worthy of manifestation.
-Chantol Aspinall
