It all began with writing.
For as long as I can remember, I have always written stories.
I believe my first one was a story about a mermaid, deeply inspired by Barbie Mariposa (if you’ve never saw it as a child, it’s never too late, I really loved this movie). I used to have fun making books, folding papers to create real pages and read them just like the ones we woule buy.
Then, the first serious story came by when I was around 11 or 12.
But first, let’s talk about how I got there.
I used to write everytime I had the chance to. In class, at home, when a sheet of paper was standing near me, it was almost calling me to write something, or to draw a little.
During class, I can’t say how many double sheets I’ve filled with a pen. It was just small stories, a small given situation where the characters could evolve for a bit.
In the summer when I was 11 or so, I had an great idea for a new and long story. I was inspired by the fanfiction that were written on Facebook at the time, most of them included gangs and violence, but there were really good ones for what I remember.
This first one was called « The twilight of the devil ». Actually, I’ve never finished it. I’ve reached around 40 pages and stopped, but I hope one day I’ll be able to rewrite it and make it a good and readable book !
After a month, writing like I’ve never did, I let go for a while. It was around my 13’s, after the movie « Horn » with Daniel Radcliff came out, that I had another idea. It was first supposed to be just a text, something really short and with absolutely no plot. But then, as I wrote it, I realised that I just loved what it turned into. This story, is called « Paloïs ». Strange name, but I came up with that too. Still, I have hard times writing it. It takes place in the 1940’s and the characters have a complicated past and situation. I hope I’ll be able to finish it one day however !
After Paloïs comes Evil Twins. I don’t remember how or when I first started to write this one, but it’s the most dark and sci-fi that I have in stock. Because of the big elements that I have to work on with it, it really takes a lot of time and it requires me being in a deep concentration. So, once again, not finished !
I was 15 when I decided to write about Cleo and Robin. They’re the characters from « The Structure » (available in french as « La Bâtisse » here). I have been writing moments with them for a long time, and in the first place, they were brother and sister. It’s pretty weird that they turned out to be lovers ! It’s the first one that I’ve ever finished. It’s pretty short, I’ll give you that. I wanted something weird and kind of crazy around the edges, and really not long. The whole purpose was to live something special when reading it, understand how even « true love » can wreck you under certain circumstances. I was proud to put an end at their stories, because I’ve been caring Cleo and Robin for so long that seeing them go was a bless. They had their stories, whatever how strange it can seem.
After this other summer writing The Structure, I still kept coming back to my old stories to add some stuffs, try to go further but as I said and now know, they’re still not over yet.
In the meantime, the story of Jenny (which I named Jenny & me) appeared. I like to write on this whenever I feel like talking about a certain thing, and most of the chapters are about a guy, talking to his therapist about that girl, Jenny. I just love this one, but I started it so long ago I don’t even know what to do to go back over this story. But I have great ideas, so time will let us know.
I saw to write « Flirting in the street » (« Drague de rue » in french, that you can also find here) around my 15/16’s too. It’s really short, but I enjoyed writing it so much, and it’s really the kind of short stories that I love so much. The narrator is supposed to make lame rimes and the characters are a funny in their own way. I wrote it after I saw a video about street’s harrasment. I wanted to tell a cute story about love, how two strangers can meet in the street and be gentle to each other too. I really love this one.
When I was about to turn 16 or shortly after, I wrote my first fanfiction ever. I still didn’t want this story to be liked because of the fact that it is a fanfiction. So of course, Harry Styles is a singer, has a band and is famous, but I made up a warning at the beginning to inform the readers what I changed about it. I called it « Borderline » and it is supposed to talk about this mental illness, but it also contains different subjects that I deeply cary in my heart. I hope I’ll be able to finish it soon, but I am only about 30 maybe 40% of the story now (and it’s already more than 50 pages, I let you picture how big it’s mean to be).
The last one I wanted to talk about, the last one I wrote and waits for its second volume is « A step after the other » (you can find it here in french, named « Un pas devant l’autre », in the printed version or PDF). This story is the most true then I’ve ever been when writing one. Charline is a lot like me and shares most of my dreams, fears and pains. I’ve been willing to talk about Charline and Paul for a long time now, almost as long as Cleo and Robin. This book is my heart wide open, ready to be free from hurtful past moments and I’ve never been prouder to end something so fast. I started writing around june 2018’s and finished it in november. I had the chance to collect enough money to get it print, a dream that I had for a long time but wanted to wait for the right moment and the right book. If someone would’ve told me that I would released and print this book, the one that poured my heart out, I would’ve never believed it. But here it is !
My journey with writing is only at its beginning and I have good plans to improve it and make you guys travel, take you in another world for a couple of hours.
Writing is a way to say the unspoken thoughts, turning them in the life of a made-up character, hiding your deepest fears, disappointments, pains or dreams, joys and intimacy in some printed words. It’s a way to say what you cannot tell loudly. Maybe this is why I’ve caried it with me for so long, accept to let go unfinished stories and say hello sometimes. Creating art is also about loving yourself. Art is a way to never pressure yourself for the love you are currently creating. It’s about exploring, making mistakes, try again and again, improve everyday.
But most certainly: always loving yourself for what you allow yourself to do.