Platen

“Outside the air is cold, the wind is howling through the sharp branches. The sky is dark and the roots of the tall trees cover the ground. Howls of an unknown beast can be heard echoing and weaving through the trees. There come a rustling in the brush, silence blankets the forest as all the animals and beasts fall silent. The silence is lifted when Zecora, a very unique zebra, comes walking through the brush. Slung over her body is a brown leather satchel, with only the top of a phile peeking out from the mouth of the bag.”

It was the start of my first fanfic, and boy was I excited. At the time, I was a HUGE Zecora fan. I loved how she spoke and how she was mysterious. This weird love for a fictional character helped me stride to finish the story, if I hadnt finished it, I would've never continued being the fanfic writer I was going to be.

I was typing until I couldn’t feel my fingers. Then I even typed some more. I couldn’t stop the flow of my thoughts onto the screen. The image in my head of the scenario was making me cry a bit. I never though authors could cry from their own writing. But it gave me a feeling that it would turn out better than my initial thought. I may have seemed confident on the outside, but on the inside I was a nervous wreck. How would they respond? Would they like it? What if they hate it? I was over thinking things, but in the end all that stress just evaporated into relief. All that time typing, worth it.

The time came, I sat there with my finger over the mouse button, cursor over the submit button. I was a bit nervous, but I knew that even negative feedback could effect me in a positive way. I took a deep breathe and clicked submit. Now all I had to do was wait for approval.