my dream to become a young author… #authortube #writer

I was thirteen when i started my first book, im fourteen now and i am on the third of the series, but i never published it, i'm rewriting the 288 pages but i don't know if i'll even get a known writer... Oh, can anyone pls read a bit of an english project i'm writing? I just want someone to..yk..give some kind advice?? Please please please, ya'll are great please just read it:
Empire of whispers and wishes.











“We do not define our secrets, our secrets define us”


Chapter 1
Esmeray Quince

ESMERAY REPRESSED A YAWN.
She was absolutely bored out of her mind. Esmeray glanced at the nearby ticking clock as she heard her mother rattle on about the ways of the kingdom. She already knew all of it, but her mother still insisted on teaching her. her thoughts kept drifting back to two weeks ago. Esmeray had wandered through the forest, hoping to find her Llethlupard, yet she had not found it. Instead, she had walked into a strange barrier that would not let her pass through. She had felt the solidity of it against her hand, but she hadn’t managed to see a flicker of it or pass through. What if she--
A sharp snap of fingers brought Esmeray back to her chair in the lounge, her mother’s stern face looked down her nose at her.
“Have you heard a word I just said, Esmeray?” Esmeray looked down, shame blooming in her chest together with a flicker of defiance. “No mother, unfortunately my thoughts were elsewhere.” her mother let out a weary sigh and nodded. Esmeray felt sorry for her, but she also felt quite annoyed.
“Mother,” she started, leveling her voice so she wouldn’t come over as an insolent brat. “May I ask about the curse every village I pass seems to know about?” Her mother sighed, and Esmeray tensed, hoping she would get an answer.
“It is a subject I am not allowed to speak about, darling. You may take your leave, your lesson is dismissed.” Esmeray fought her disappointment as she stood up and bowed to her mother.
“Ofcourse, mother. My thanks that you take your time teaching me well.” Reining her impatience, Esmeray walked out of the grand lounge and through the halls on her way to her elder brother who-to her surprise- was the only one wanting to train her on self defense, since women weren’t allowed to handle a sword or anything like it.
Esmeray pushed open the heavy wooden door, hearing the groaning of the hinges as she stepped out into the field. She felt lighter all at once, as if she was floating, instead being suffocated in the corset of her dress.
“Brother,” she called out to Emris, her elder brother. His lithe form moved with precision only taught by the best as he took down another one of his comrades, grinning victoriously before he perked up at the sound of Esmeray’s voice, his smile softening as he waved. Esmeray couldn’t stop the big smile forming on her lips as she pulled up the dress as far as she could and started running through the grass, her white hair clipped into a braid on her head didn't as much as move with the wind. Esmeray was panting by the time she arrived, the weight of her dress pushing down onto her shoulders. Emris smiled at her and his friend bowed, even though she had told him that it was unnecessary lots of times.
“No need to bow, ser” she answered sweetly, before turning to her brother, who combed a hand through his pitch black hair. His green eyes fixated on her as he waited for her to speak.
“Our training session, I know I am late, but Mother wouldn’t let me leave.” Esmeray blurted out, but her brother just shrugged, his broad shoulders moving slightly. “Let's get you into some easier wear, shall we?” Esmeray walked after her brother as he led her to a very randomly placed wooden house somewhere deeper in the forest. Esmeray admired the green leaves prancing from the trees and bushes nearby, the skittering of birds and the rustle of wind as they walked over a broad sand path. Emris pushed open the wooden door, which seemed about to fall out of its place. Inside, there were multiple racks with rusted and new weapons, together with leather boots and jackets and shirts to wear for practice. Esmeray plucked hers from the racks and turned her back to Emris so he could untie her corset. She felt his reassuring touch as he unlaced the silken strands with practiced ease. “Have you had a woman before, brother?” she asked, wondering. His hands stilled, but Esmeray refused to let her shoulders slump.
“Where does that question come from, Es?” he asked her, his voice tinged with amusement. Esmeray felt embarrassment taint her cheeks, she felt like a fool. But she swiftly gave a witty answer.
“Because you seem quite well in unlacing corsets.” her brother laughed as he went on with unlacing the prison around her body as he answered. “I haven’t had a woman before, sister, but if we cannot unlace our own armour, then where would I be?” Esmeray let her chuckle slip, sucking in a deep breath as her corset came off. She carefully took the piece and put it over one of the racks, and pulled the shirt over her underdress, since it was too big to wear for a woman. Esmeray then untied her underskirts and cast them aside, kicking off her heels and letting them fall where they landed before pulling on the trousers. When she tied a knot into the laces, she fumbled with her hair, pulling it out of the gorgeous but agonising braid her mother had tied it in. The long strands flowed down her back and Esmeray let out a soft groan of pleasure as she turned to Emris.
“Do you still have the sickles by any chance?” she asked him, her brother nodded and went to somewhere back in the

How did you travel as an author?

I will support you cause my dream is also Become a wirter❤

Same!! My parents wants me to become an accountant but I want to become an author 😅❤

Let's do the second one together

POV I want to do both ❤

I want to be both😂😂

I am torn between wanting to be an astrophysicist or a author :’)

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I'm a pretty young author. Only in middle school and I'm trying to write a book. when my book is published I hope a fandom will be formed and if im lucky maybe the book will be turned into a movie

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My dream job used to be an author. heres a story i wrote in a few minutes during 5th grade:




I guess I was right. High school wasn't so bad. Everything's going fine. I quickly pick up my pink backpack and grab my lunch that I spent all morning making. I run over to my new shiny jeep and drive to school.

"Stacy! You made it, I thought you had a cold!" I said
"Clove, you idiot! I texted you like 5 times trying to tell you that I'm gonna make it!"
"Wait help I forgot my phone."
"Your not an idiot. your a disappointment."
"Thanks a lot." I said as I grabbed my math notebook.

I was at math, taking notes on algebraic equations.
"Lockdown. I repeat, Lockdown." Said Mr. Anderson on the loudspeaker. I don't remember there being a drill today. I ran to the cabinets and contorted myself into it. I looked for my phone, then realizing I forgot it at home.
Gunshots. I heard Gunshots, for the last hour I had been peaking through a small hole in the cabinet, watching my classmates head to a better place, heaven. I tried telling myself that everything was ok, but I knew it wasn't. I cried, silently. My eyes hurt and my feet were sore. I knew that it wasn't gonna be ok.

"You may go out of hiding." Said Mr Anderson, I've been stuck in a small cabinet for an hour and a half. The classmates that survived had went out of hiding and were crying. Our teacher had been unalived. I thought there wasn't a drill. I guess I was right.

Literally!! I told my parents my dream job was an author. They said “that’s a side job,” and, “Be something that can make you more money.” I’m into court cases,so I told them I’d be a lawyer or jury when I grow up. I want to be an author so bad !! But I don’t wanna disappoint my parents.

Don’t give up Ana! You’re an amazing writer! Do what makes YOU happy, in time your parents will realise that being an author is what you were meant to do. ❤

same, either a game dev or a writer. currently just writing on wattpad!

Goals!

15 year old here. I also want to be a young author, I’m currently in the process of creating my first novel. At first, I only did it as a hobby and I didn’t even think about publishing it but now I feel like I want to. The only problem is, I don’t know how to. I’m scared that no one will read my book and then I’ll realize that it was just a big waste of time but at the same time, I still want to try. I’m still in school, I’m an amateur writer and I can’t afford an editor or things like that but I did do some researching and got a lot of tips on how to write and I also found out that I can self publish it. I’m still researching about the self publishing part ofc. If any of you have some tips and tricks that you could tell me, that’d be nice

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same

This exactly what I'm going through. I want to follow my dream and be an author, but my parents want me to be a lawyer.

I am 11 and my dream is to become an author. ❤

I am soon gonna be a published writer and that too at the age of 12 ❤
Edit:- I became one!!!!!! Working on my second book now....

I'm a much younger one 🥳I'm 12 and Im writing my own book

Do you have some ideas or tips for someone who wants to write in English even though English isn’t their native language? I started to read mostly English books now, I feel good writing and speaking in English, but reading Orlando by Virginia Woolf is wonderful and terrifying, there’s still so much I need to learn.

This is how I feel 😢 I want to be an author so bad!! But my parents want me to follow their business

That’s the life for me ❤❤

It’s amazing how you got same dream as me ❤

I also want to be an author! I have even entered a competition to do so! ❤

I try to write 1000 words at least per day

both becoming a author and an attorney is in my heart ❤

An author is my dream job

Im 10 years old and im a published author 🎉

Just follow your dreams girl I'm sure you'll get there. I can feel you my parents wanted me to be a doctor but I said I wanted to be an author and when they saw I wasn't budging they gave up.

Paulo Choelo

Not just the same name😢, but exactly the same dream❤ Became and author and travel the world🎉

I have the same dream! I wish your dream come true!

I have gotten my degree in law but I just want to be an author now...

Legit aspring to become a lawyer and writer, the cases will inspire me, although i have been writing a book right now and im in love with it yall have any tips?

well well how crazy i am also doing law with side by side focusing on my author career ..............and this gives me a lot of motivation to go on with my dream.

Pre teen who wants to be an author when she grows up here! Don't give up, your stories are a part of your extraordinary mind. Creativity and story writing is a very powerful thing. You could create a whole nother world from just your mind, and that's something that needs to be recognised. We share the same dream, and one day, if we don't give up, our stories could be actual books that people buy. Don't give up, turn those dreams into a reality.

Guess what :D
Im literally 9 years old and writing a novel with my friends :D

By becoming published author how can anyone travel the world ???

Here I am studying cs which I absolutely hate instead of being the writer I want to be

I’m 10 in the fifth grade and making my very first book I’ve spent to years on it <3

My mom wants me to be a lawyer as she thinks it’s important for me to earn and have a stable life and she thinks studying law is perfect for me. I didn’t said anything to her and just agreed because she was right but deep down I know what I want to do is write. I love writing stories & poems. My brother even said to me to leave this whole ‘law’ thing and become a writer but it’s not that easy as it sounds. I really hope I can figure it out ❤️

yes.

stories has always been a part of my life...but still my parents pressurize me for law...trust me i want a carrier where i can tell stories in future which dwells in my mind..

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“ say yes to me…”
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