I always knew that I wanted to be a writer, but I wasn’t able to pinpoint the exact moment or thing that ignited this desire until recently. My favorite book is Swan Song by Robert McCammon. It’s been one of my favorites since I was twelve, and that’s saying a lot because I am and always have been an avid reader. In fact, in middle school I was notorious for having a new book to read nearly every day. We had daily Sustained Silent Reading in English class, and I would be in the library a couple of times a week looking for a new book to read.
My parents were not big readers, but they did encourage my passion for it. When I was twelve, they both had just finished reading Swan Song and were raving about it. Although it was an adult book (it’s postapocalyptic with traces of horror, supernatural, and fantasy as well as a whole lot of adult content), they still encouraged me to read it, so I did. I remember struggling with the first 60 pages or so, as they are very political and not the least bit interesting to a preteen, but I powered through. Then I was hooked.
After that, I read Swan Song annually. That is until college, when classes and part-time work took precedence over leisurely reading. Then adulthood happened, and I was in the real world, which boasted a lot of 9-5 parameters and even less time for reading for fun. Still, I spoke of the book often, and it was my go to reading recommendation to any and everyone.
Last year around New Year’s, I decided that one of my resolutions would be to read more in 2016, and I wanted to start off with a reread of Swan Song. So that’s how I spent my spare time the first couple of weeks in January. Any moment I had to myself, I was reading McCammon’s book. I spent the last 50 pages of the book silently crying as I read, because I was so overwhelmed by McCammon’s brilliance. His story is a masterpiece, a beautiful masterpiece. But more so than that, it made me remember. And realize.
This was the book that turned me from reader to aspiring writer.
This is the story that swept me away so ardently, that I knew I needed to try my hand at creating my own story and characters. I wanted to do what McCammon did. I wanted to write something that would impact others the way his writing impacted me. Swan Song reminded me of who I was, who I am now, and who I want to become. An aspiring writer, a determined writer, a successful writer.
When I finally put down the book, still overwhelmed with emotions and this realization, I looked up Robert McCammon on Twitter and tweeted to him about my love and awe for the book. And, do you know what happened moments later? He retweeted my message.
I don’t believe in coincidences, so I took this as a sign (albeit silly to some) and a weighty validation. This was the universe’s way of telling me that my realization and the passion and new-found drive to succeed that it inspired is not only real but encouraged. Writing really is my path, and I would be foolish not to pursue it.
So, here we are. Pursuing 🙂