I sit at my university housing apartment’s kitchen table, tears falling down my cheeks. My laptop is before me with a wordcount: seventy thousand words. Seventy thousand words.
When I was twelve, I began hiding a notebook with my story under my bed. That’s when I decided I wanted to be a published author. At that time, I had a kingdom in my room: a large cardboard box filled with pillows, and paper lanterns strung up the sides of the cardboard. I opened the window to let in the spring air, fresh, clean, damp. And I sat in the cardboard box and I didn’t tell anyone that I wrote.
I have worked on this same story for eight years. This same story has been with me through high school depression, heartbreak, love, a move, family deaths, each new event shaping me, shaping the story that I knew I needed to tell. I started over on it several times—my beat-up computer monitor that I worked on as a young author deleted the files, and for several years in high school I left that piece, choosing to work on another project. But I always came back to my first story, my first comfort.
I sit at my kitchen table. It is finished. Finally finished. Relief, grief, excitement, dread for the steps ahead—all of these things, and questions, too.
How can I let this piece go? Can I really ever truly call it finished? I have a suspicion that I need to get off my chest: Maybe I wanted to hold onto it. Writing the novel was my identity for so long—for eight years. It was my place of escape, my world. And now, it is finished.
Do I have the bravery to tell others now? Can I allow others to make it their own as well? To share a piece of my heart? It’s exciting and scary, but finally, now that I’ve reached seventy thousand words, I can’t go back, because there’s nothing to go back to. The cardboard kingdom was a great beginning to my story, but I have to knock down the walls if I ever want to become an author. It is finished. I must move forward, even though nothing will be the same.
Aleigha Henn is a writer, barista, and student from Cincinnati. She is currently majoring in professional writing and minoring in creative writing at Taylor University. Aleigha hopes to use her words to create meaning and beauty in the lives of those around her. You can find her on Twitter.
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