Fiction Novels and Their Impact On My Life
As a child, giant books scared me, so watching my older brother finish an 800 page harry potter book in less than a day blew my little 8 year old mind. Since that historical moment in time, I have grown an addiction to fiction books. Watching a writer’s imagination come to life through ink on paper was amazing, and I strove to capture the same images in my own mind. The brilliant fiction novels I read when I was younger, the environment my brother and mother set up for me revolving around books, ability to paint new stories never before thought of, and to escape the droll of a mundane life are the molds that have shaped me in to the writer I am today.
Other than my brother’s immense reading skills, was my mother’s love for reading that inspired me to be a writer and reader. I recall every other weekend involving a trip to Allatoona, a vast lake holding many beaches of man made sand. Right before we left my mother would take me to the bookstore to pick out a novel for me to read on the sand. It was this tradition …show more content…
The problem wasn’t that I didn’t have any ideas; the issue was that I had too many stories I wanted to write. Every night I would imagine a new adventure before I fell asleep, and in the morning it would motivate me to write. I realized that the more fiction books I read, the better my stories became; they helped me with plot twists and character development. Writing my own fiction novels allowed me to escape reality, and create my own amazing story I could immerse myself into. I tried journaling but it never stuck because, to me, reality and my life itself were dull and boring. Fiction novels pushed me to crave more than restrictive laws of science and history; all I wanted was to escape. Imagining my own novel playing out in my head allowed me to do
As a child, giant books scared me, so watching my older brother finish an 800 page harry potter book in less than a day blew my little 8 year old mind. Since that historical moment in time, I have grown an addiction to fiction books. Watching a writer’s imagination come to life through ink on paper was amazing, and I strove to capture the same images in my own mind. The brilliant fiction novels I read when I was younger, the environment my brother and mother set up for me revolving around books, ability to paint new stories never before thought of, and to escape the droll of a mundane life are the molds that have shaped me in to the writer I am today.
Other than my brother’s immense reading skills, was my mother’s love for reading that inspired me to be a writer and reader. I recall every other weekend involving a trip to Allatoona, a vast lake holding many beaches of man made sand. Right before we left my mother would take me to the bookstore to pick out a novel for me to read on the sand. It was this tradition …show more content…
The problem wasn’t that I didn’t have any ideas; the issue was that I had too many stories I wanted to write. Every night I would imagine a new adventure before I fell asleep, and in the morning it would motivate me to write. I realized that the more fiction books I read, the better my stories became; they helped me with plot twists and character development. Writing my own fiction novels allowed me to escape reality, and create my own amazing story I could immerse myself into. I tried journaling but it never stuck because, to me, reality and my life itself were dull and boring. Fiction novels pushed me to crave more than restrictive laws of science and history; all I wanted was to escape. Imagining my own novel playing out in my head allowed me to do