Dear Younger Rebeca. This is you. Rebeca. But at almost 21 years old. I'm still 20.
You have done quite a few of these. Letters to yourself. All of them have been school assignments, and be honest. You never took any of them seriously.
But this is me...writing a letter to you...aka me... No grade in the balance. Just a one on one talk for you and me.
Here we go...
Dear younger self...
Your life right now is going...GREAT. Funny because I'm sure at your age, I didn't think I would even make it to eighteen.
After everything you will be going through/ and have already gone through... your life will get better.
But it will suck a little bit at first. Don't worry though, this is where I come in and say, you will get through it. Hell, I'm living proof of that.
Here's how it's going to go...
You will grow up seeing your parents fight...all the time. It will ruin your perception on love. YOU will fight with your sisters ALL the time, you all have the scars to prove it. It will ruin your relationship with them until you're an adult, but don't worry, your relationship will get way better.
Both of those things will pass, eventually, but it will affect you for the rest of your life, sadly.
Your anxiety starts around four years old, it's minor. Mom and Dad don't think much of it, no one does. But surprise, your anxiety right now is here to stay.
You feel as if you don't belong, even at such a young age, even in your family. But don't worry, one day there will be a time where people accept you BECAUSE you don't fit in.
Your anxiety is tied to the fights in the house, and you start to stay away from people. Including your family. That's when the depression starts.
School is the only time you feel...happy. But even then, with the anxiety, it's hard for you to open up to people, especially strangers. Making friends is hard, so you make acquaintances. Making someone your friend was hard, and it will devastate you when your friendship ends.
You make your first real friend in third grade, the nicest person in class, and you're still friends to this day, even if you don't speak that much anymore.
I'm going to give you some advice that I wish I had back then.
Don't be jealous of your friends. They are all going through their own battles, you don't need to put them up on a pedestal. That is how you end up hurt.
Don't be afraid to feel. Don't be afraid to cry. Don't be afraid to express your feelings and how you're feeling at certain moments.
Who is it doing good if you're keeping everything inside?
You'll have multiple break downs before you're even a teenager... But these breakdowns are secret to everyone else but your family.
It'll all make sense one day...
Middle school was the hard years. Looks meant everything. You put too much powder on your face in sixth grade...You put too much eyeliner in seventh grade. I know you'll think it looks good then, but take this from me, it'll only make your skin worse. Oh. And in eighth grade...DONT GET BANGS.
Thirteen was an extremely hard year.
You will meet who you think will be your best friend forever. But truth is, she will teach you the worst habit of your life. She'll encourage you to hurt yourself, sometimes during class just to get the adrenaline. She'll make it a competition, and you'll soon learn that it's not okay.
You'll know what it is...and I know it will feel good, and almost painless, and you will feel the relief. Just know that it's temporary, and your body doesn't deserve to be covered in scars like that.
This bad habit will go on until the summer after graduating. You graduated three years ago, so you've been three years clean.
Now we're in high school.
A new school puts a strain on friendships, and you grow apart from people you thought you'd know forever. It will break you, for a moment. Then you will meet knew friends, become even closer with people who you didn't let yourself become close with in middle school.
You will go through high school in pain, not just emotionally, but internally. Don't worry, the doctors will EVENTUALLY figure out what it is. You'll end up with a scar on your stomach, and although it looks horrible at first, it will grow on you.
And as for the emotional pain, you'll try and get some help. But after forty minutes of talking, you'll decide that you're just not ready to come to terms with what could be wrong with you. But you'll also learn that it's not your fault.
You will lose friends, people in your class, and it's a specific persons death that forces you to go into out patient treatment for your emotional problems. You will meet people in treatment, including a specific person that you will never see again and miss everyday, she will be your best friend in there, and these people will change your life for the better.
You will miss a month of school, three weeks, and a week of spring break, but you will learn what you have.
And it will all make sense.
When you come back to school, it's like the sun is shining directly at you. And girl, you're getting a tan. The cloud over your head is no longer there.
Though sometimes you feel hurt, and sometimes you will feel depressed, you no longer think of the Last Resort. Because, everything you've been repressing, it's coming out. Including happiness. And all of a sudden, you'll feel happiness like you've never felt it before.
But now you're also feeling sadness, and anger, and so many feelings you didn't know you COULD have. And for once, it's a good thing. Because now you know how to deal with it.
Now you're more outspoken in school and especially at home. Your relationship with your parents will improve significantly, and your younger siblings as well.
Although it's still hard, you manage. At least now you are acknowledging it, it's there, and you're dealing with it.
Dealing with it means that you've pushed the toxic people out of your life. That includes one family member. One that held a lot of resentment over you.
You cut her out of your life. For a year. Then she grew up, she was becoming a mother, and you haven't had a fight since. It makes me want to cry just thinking of all the fighting you used to do, and now you go over to her house all the time, and watch her kids, who you love so much.
You will go to community college for a year...and it will not work out. You leave school to work, and write.
Now you have five books out. The most recent one is doing exceptionally well, and you're very happy about it. This could be the book that gets you noticed.
You are an assistant manager at a pizzeria, and you are thriving there. Although, what you want is to be a writer. And I am working really hard to make that happen.
Things will try to break you, people will try to hurt you, and you will want to wish you were never alive. But you will heal, get strong, and realize that life is precious.
I am twenty years old right now. Four months shy of being 21.
Everything is really great right now, and these are the words I live by:
Everything will be okay in the end, if it's not okay, it's not the end.
I know I could have used those words when I was you, younger Rebeca. Because there were so many times I wished that it was the end, and now I'm so glad that I didn't choose to make it the end.
I love you. Love yourself. I know it's hard, but I know you can do it.
Signed,
REBECA XX
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Tuesday, March 15, 2016
Letter To My Younger Self
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Tuesday, February 2, 2016
Loving yourself is the hardest thing you can do...
Having dealt with depression most of my life, I never realized what it was like to love myself until a few years ago.
I knew how to hate myself, that I had no problem with.
There was this year, between the hospital and then therapy, that something clicked in my mind. I was seventeen, and really sick of just being sad.
I knew there wasn't a way I could just turn off my depression, it would always be there, but maybe I could divert it.
Here are some things I learned in therapy, and some stuff I learned after therapy.
1. Learn what you like about yourself: One thing I could remember that I liked about myself back then was how much I liked writing. I wrote a few pieces every now and then, but I was proud of them because I had written them.
2. Learning to give myself a break: There's no harsher critic than yourself. In school, I felt as if I had to be the best at everything. When I wasn't, that's when all the dark thoughts and feelings came creeping in, so I had to learn to tell myself...It's okay.
3. Learn who the enemy is: Depression is the enemy. It is this black dog trying to keep you down, trying to make you feel as if you're the only who feels that way.
4. Love: It could be loving to write, or falling in love with a person, or fall in love with storms. Whatever you can find, love it, and hold on to it. I really love writing, and hate leaving stories unfinished. I fall in love with my characters and with the thought that only I could finish their stories. That keeps me going most days.
5. Learn your goals: If you have goals...you have a future. My goal is to be a published author, and I think about that everyday. I write to work towards that goal.
6. Love yourself: There are some things only you can do. Think about this world without you, think about all that people that love you, and can't live without you. I can't really tell you how to love yourself. One thing that worked for me, was looking at myself in the mirror in the bathroom and saying it out loud. Say out loud things you love about yourself, and eventually you'll start to believe them.
I'm writing this during a thunderstorm, so I'm going to spend my day indoors writing my new story, and drinking tea, oh and listening to the Grease Live and Legally Blonde The Musical soundtrack, it's amazing!
Hope you guys have a great February, filled with love and happiness!
Rebeca xx
I knew how to hate myself, that I had no problem with.
There was this year, between the hospital and then therapy, that something clicked in my mind. I was seventeen, and really sick of just being sad.
I knew there wasn't a way I could just turn off my depression, it would always be there, but maybe I could divert it.
Here are some things I learned in therapy, and some stuff I learned after therapy.
1. Learn what you like about yourself: One thing I could remember that I liked about myself back then was how much I liked writing. I wrote a few pieces every now and then, but I was proud of them because I had written them.
2. Learning to give myself a break: There's no harsher critic than yourself. In school, I felt as if I had to be the best at everything. When I wasn't, that's when all the dark thoughts and feelings came creeping in, so I had to learn to tell myself...It's okay.
3. Learn who the enemy is: Depression is the enemy. It is this black dog trying to keep you down, trying to make you feel as if you're the only who feels that way.
4. Love: It could be loving to write, or falling in love with a person, or fall in love with storms. Whatever you can find, love it, and hold on to it. I really love writing, and hate leaving stories unfinished. I fall in love with my characters and with the thought that only I could finish their stories. That keeps me going most days.
5. Learn your goals: If you have goals...you have a future. My goal is to be a published author, and I think about that everyday. I write to work towards that goal.
6. Love yourself: There are some things only you can do. Think about this world without you, think about all that people that love you, and can't live without you. I can't really tell you how to love yourself. One thing that worked for me, was looking at myself in the mirror in the bathroom and saying it out loud. Say out loud things you love about yourself, and eventually you'll start to believe them.
I'm writing this during a thunderstorm, so I'm going to spend my day indoors writing my new story, and drinking tea, oh and listening to the Grease Live and Legally Blonde The Musical soundtrack, it's amazing!
Hope you guys have a great February, filled with love and happiness!
Rebeca xx
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Saturday, January 2, 2016
2016 & Resolutions.
Hello Everyone! It's the second day of 2016. Which is insane because I could have sworn we were just starting 2015!
Here's a recap on what happened in 2015 for me:
Now it's 2016 which means another 366(Leap year) days for 366 new adventures. Not every single day will be exciting, but I will do my best to keep to my resolutions, and have fun, and not stress out as much.
Here are some of my resolutions for the new year!:
And the last thing is a resolution many people have. To exercise. To lose weight.
I am currently very unhappy with the way I look, and with what I weigh. My eating habits are horrendous from barely eating one day to binging the next. And it doesn't make me feel good and I'm sick.
Literally sick. All the time. I can pretend I'm fine, but I can feel my health declining and it's not a good feeling.
I've been a member at a gym for the last six months, but have only gone once. And I was in the hospital yesterday. Since april, I've lost six pounds. Not a lot, nothing at all, but it kind of gave me the push, and the will to say...I can do this.
I want to lose 100 pounds by the end of the year. Thats 365 days from now. I won't beat myself up if I don't make it there. If I can get to under 200 pounds, I will be happy with myself because it's been 3 years since I was that weight.
It's time to put my gym membership to good use. Time to face reality. Time to make some progress, and just stop putting it off and lying to myself.
Anyway, I hope you guys had a good start to the New Year. Make the best of it. <3
-Rebeca xx
Here's a recap on what happened in 2015 for me:
- I got promoted at work (Many raises$$(I love my job, don't just do it for the money))
- Released my second book called To Save You!
- Did taxes for the first time by myself!
- Bought my first Polaroid (:
- Had a new niece named Vanessa!
- Saw and met Halsey! Along with camped out on the freezing ground and also saw Sam Miller from Paradise Fears there.
- Became obsessed with the sky. Check out my instagram for the pictures I manage to capture!
- Got my first tattoo!! They're blackbirds, maybe I'll write a post about them soon and what they mean to me. (:
- Turned 20! And had a lot of fun on my birthday with friends and family<3
- Had a fun day playing with my coworkers when the power went out. Which included singing, playing soccer, throwing a football, and drinking Slushees.
- Wrote my third book.
- Released my third book called Broken Pleasure!
- Got my first review!
- Wrote my fourth book.
- Released the fourth book! It's called Broken Perfectly!
- Became friends with authors<3
- Read some really good books! Which I will also be making a post about my favorites.
- Was a Zombie for halloween!
- Opened the store for the first time by myself!
- Started writing my fifth book!(;
Now it's 2016 which means another 366(Leap year) days for 366 new adventures. Not every single day will be exciting, but I will do my best to keep to my resolutions, and have fun, and not stress out as much.
Here are some of my resolutions for the new year!:
- Give up soda entirely. Not caffeine, I can't do it without my occasional teas, plus I don't drink coffee or energy drinks because it makes my stomach upset.
- Start a YouTube channel where I want to weekly vlog.
- Get more people to notice my writing.
- Release a thriller/mystery novel.
- Travel to New York and LA, or Oregon, or Seattle. Maybe even Utah. Or the UK. Just travel! Already planning a trip for my 21st birthday in July!
- Get a new car! It can be used, but just something a little better than my 2000 Ford Focus that is always breaking down and has trouble on the snow.
- Go to a book convention!
- Create more connections in the book world.
- Take a road trip.
- Take more photos of the sky!
- Take photos when I'm with friends, family, or just alone. Take photos and document this year.
- Love.
- Be Happy.
- Be more charitable (already have a few plans for that).
- Be present.
- Eat healthier.
- Give up fast food entirely by the end of the year. Or make it only a treat like one a month.
- Try new foods. I took this quiz on buzzfeed, and I only eat 30 of the 90 foods listed. I am the pickiest of eaters.
- Say yes!
- Keep my car clean.
- Do one thing that scares me everyday.
- Get help for my anxiety.
- Write a few more novels.
- Save money.
And the last thing is a resolution many people have. To exercise. To lose weight.
I am currently very unhappy with the way I look, and with what I weigh. My eating habits are horrendous from barely eating one day to binging the next. And it doesn't make me feel good and I'm sick.
Literally sick. All the time. I can pretend I'm fine, but I can feel my health declining and it's not a good feeling.
I've been a member at a gym for the last six months, but have only gone once. And I was in the hospital yesterday. Since april, I've lost six pounds. Not a lot, nothing at all, but it kind of gave me the push, and the will to say...I can do this.
I want to lose 100 pounds by the end of the year. Thats 365 days from now. I won't beat myself up if I don't make it there. If I can get to under 200 pounds, I will be happy with myself because it's been 3 years since I was that weight.
It's time to put my gym membership to good use. Time to face reality. Time to make some progress, and just stop putting it off and lying to myself.
Anyway, I hope you guys had a good start to the New Year. Make the best of it. <3
-Rebeca xx
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Wednesday, December 9, 2015
Holidays & Anxiety
Happy Holidays everyone!
I hope you're having a great time with family, and just be thankful for who you have in your life. Tell the people in your life that you love them, be thankful for what you get and make sure to put in some thought into your parents. Because it's the thought that counts, and not how much it cost.
Although the holidays are a time to be happy, I also have a message for those who struggle with them, who just get the blues or those who get anxious around this time.
Do what makes you comfortable, and whats going to let you have a good time at the family events.
I know something I've always experienced around this time is severe anxiety.
Actually, at any family event I always suffered severe anxiety. I never wanted to say hi to family members that I didn't know.
My parents always obligated me to give a hug and a kiss, and I never felt comfortable, not even with my parents.
I don't like to be touched, hugged, or kissed on the cheek. I always felt like it invaded my space, and of course I felt horrible about it because my parents would make me feel bad for being rude.
I always felt like this whenever the thought of having to hug somebody or have a stranger touch me came to me. People need to understand this.
But I'm going to tell you something.
It's okay if you're only okay with a wave or a handshake. Do what makes you comfortable because you're the one dealing with this.
And don't let anyone make you feel bad about it!
Make sure you guys stay safe, don't drink or drive, don't text and drive, be cautious of other drivers.
Sleep does reduce anxiety so make sure you have a good nights sleep, if you feel your anxiety begin to flare up, listen to some calming music, or anything that makes you feel calm.
If you feel like you might have a panic attack, start counting backwards from 100. Or do the five senses trick! Five things you can see, four things you can hear, three things you can touch, two things you can smell, one thing you can taste. Name them.
If you start having a panic attack, go to a quiet room, if you need someone, ask for help. Don't be afraid to ask for help.
And if you really need to, leave the situation. Worry about yourself, not what others are going to think. It's okay to be selfish.
Happy holidays, you guys!
Love Rebeca XX
Friday, September 25, 2015
Broken Perfectly...
"When we're broken we like to believe that if maybe someone just hugs us tight enough we'd be put back together." -Rebeca Ruiz, Broken Perfectly (out soon).
As humans, we are not invincible. We are not immortal, we are just mortal. It doesn't take much to break us, and I just don't mean physically.
I am almost done writing Broken Perfectly (it finally has a title) and it has made me learn so much about myself.
Often people ask me why I have such dark writing, and if I need some mental help. Because what kind of person writes about heartbreak, or car accidents with near death experiences, or suicide, or rape victims, or death?
I write about these people because these people exist. Not just in my head but in the real world.
I know that there are people in the world going through heartbreak, dealing with a loss of a loved one, post traumatic stress disorders, depression, suicide attempts, or just surviving whatever they are going through. They are all out there.
I do my best to do my research, make sure I get everything right, making sure I get their stories right.
I have known people to suffer through depression and convince themselves that they are okay. I have known people who isolate themselves for fear of being hurt, and push people who love them away.
I have known someone to take their life because they were just so sad on the inside, I have almost been that person.
My characters thoughts sometimes come from me and what I was feeling when I was eleven until I was sixteen.
If there's something I want my readers to take from my writing is that everyone deserves a happy ending. It will come in it's own time, you just have to keep going.
It doesn't matter if you're a 'broken person' because broken people eventually find the person who will keep them together, that will help those wounds heal. Maybe it will be a boyfriend/girlfriend, maybe it will be your best friend, maybe it will be a stranger that you meet for one night.
There's no such thing as too broken in my book. You are who you are for a reason, and therefore broken perfectly.
Broken Perfectly will be out soon, it's a continuation of Broken Pleasure, Ryder and Scarlett's story. Here is a little summary, some spoilers!:
Ryder and Scarlett are both engaged. Not to each other. To other people that they have decided to commit to.
Willow's wedding is bringing up old feelings and issues that were never dealt with. Keep in mind, Scarlett is only in town for a few days, then she's running back to her home back South.
Will they finally have their happily ever after, or will more heartbreak and fear keep them apart?
xxRebeca
As humans, we are not invincible. We are not immortal, we are just mortal. It doesn't take much to break us, and I just don't mean physically.
I am almost done writing Broken Perfectly (it finally has a title) and it has made me learn so much about myself.
Often people ask me why I have such dark writing, and if I need some mental help. Because what kind of person writes about heartbreak, or car accidents with near death experiences, or suicide, or rape victims, or death?
I write about these people because these people exist. Not just in my head but in the real world.
I know that there are people in the world going through heartbreak, dealing with a loss of a loved one, post traumatic stress disorders, depression, suicide attempts, or just surviving whatever they are going through. They are all out there.
I do my best to do my research, make sure I get everything right, making sure I get their stories right.
I have known people to suffer through depression and convince themselves that they are okay. I have known people who isolate themselves for fear of being hurt, and push people who love them away.
I have known someone to take their life because they were just so sad on the inside, I have almost been that person.
My characters thoughts sometimes come from me and what I was feeling when I was eleven until I was sixteen.
If there's something I want my readers to take from my writing is that everyone deserves a happy ending. It will come in it's own time, you just have to keep going.
It doesn't matter if you're a 'broken person' because broken people eventually find the person who will keep them together, that will help those wounds heal. Maybe it will be a boyfriend/girlfriend, maybe it will be your best friend, maybe it will be a stranger that you meet for one night.
There's no such thing as too broken in my book. You are who you are for a reason, and therefore broken perfectly.
Broken Perfectly will be out soon, it's a continuation of Broken Pleasure, Ryder and Scarlett's story. Here is a little summary, some spoilers!:
Ryder and Scarlett are both engaged. Not to each other. To other people that they have decided to commit to.
Willow's wedding is bringing up old feelings and issues that were never dealt with. Keep in mind, Scarlett is only in town for a few days, then she's running back to her home back South.
Will they finally have their happily ever after, or will more heartbreak and fear keep them apart?
xxRebeca
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Tuesday, August 18, 2015
Alone
Sometimes I think it's odd that I could spend my whole day in my room, and that I find it comforting to be alone.
If you ask my parents, I've always been an independent child. I guess independent is another word for stubborn. If I didn't want to do it, I didn't do it.
Some people may call me selfish because I won't do something unless it benefits me in some way. I think all people are like that, is there such thing as a selfless person? No. People always have a reason for doing things, whether it's to make them feel like a better person or to help them gain something.
I could go days just staying in my room, writing, listening to music, or just watching YouTube videos. Call me a hermit(?).
Over the last six years I have found myself not talking to people I used to talk to because I felt the friendship was over. I ended the friendship, broke off all contact. I believe in clean slates.
To be honest...I have less than 10 friends, that's being generous. Maybe 2 or 3 who I am extremely close to, even then not as close as the closest of friends, and the rest are acquaintances. And I am perfectly okay with that.
Being alone is something I'm good at. Nobody to be disappointed in me or have any expectations for me. I can be who I am.
This sounds a little sad. But I'm not sad. I am happy with my decisions, happy with who I am close to, and I am happy just being.
Have a great day, wherever you are.
xxRebeca
If you ask my parents, I've always been an independent child. I guess independent is another word for stubborn. If I didn't want to do it, I didn't do it.
Some people may call me selfish because I won't do something unless it benefits me in some way. I think all people are like that, is there such thing as a selfless person? No. People always have a reason for doing things, whether it's to make them feel like a better person or to help them gain something.
I could go days just staying in my room, writing, listening to music, or just watching YouTube videos. Call me a hermit(?).
Over the last six years I have found myself not talking to people I used to talk to because I felt the friendship was over. I ended the friendship, broke off all contact. I believe in clean slates.
To be honest...I have less than 10 friends, that's being generous. Maybe 2 or 3 who I am extremely close to, even then not as close as the closest of friends, and the rest are acquaintances. And I am perfectly okay with that.
Being alone is something I'm good at. Nobody to be disappointed in me or have any expectations for me. I can be who I am.
This sounds a little sad. But I'm not sad. I am happy with my decisions, happy with who I am close to, and I am happy just being.
Have a great day, wherever you are.
xxRebeca
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Tuesday, August 11, 2015
Music is the reason I write.
I can remember ever since I was little that I have always loved music. I mean, who didn't?
I grew up in a Mexican household which meant music was always playing when we woke up, when we cleaned, and especially when we had social gatherings. Spanish music always has a story to tell, they were descriptive and allowed my imagination to flow.
I kind of moved away from spanish music, and I started getting into my own music. Kelly Clarkson, Britney Spears, NSYNC, and many more.
In my head, I could create stories, stories I would dream about at night. I liked to sing (even though I was terrible at it) and I liked pretending to be the lead of my stories inside my head. My imagination was wild.
The first time I wrote was after reading Twilight in middle school. I think I was in eighth grade. I wrote and wrote, at least I tried. I wrote in complete silence because that's how my neighbor wrote her amazing stories.
I wanted to write amazing stories, too. Like the ones in my head that I got while listening to music. I didn't write for a long time after that because I thought I wasn't good enough. Every story I tried to write just ended with me saving it and never looking at it again because I got blocked.
One day, while listening to Thriving Ivory, I was driving to my friends house to pick her up to go to class, I just had this story pop in my head. I remember grabbing my phone and opening the voice recording app, and I recorded myself just saying words.
I didn't really have a story. I had an idea. I still remember the words that I thought of that day. Car accident. Coma. Scarred body. College. Unhappiness. Save Me.
I could even imagine the place where the car accident happened, I had a place in my town that inspired it.
This all happened before I wrote my first book. I pushed the idea aside, and I'm glad I did because it really let me think about it for about a year. Scarlett and Ryder talked to me in dreams, they developed and finally I just had to write about them.
I wrote about them with a few songs in mind, including the song Unhappy by Thriving Ivory, one of my favorite bands.
Now I don't write without a music playlist. Music helps my imagination, it helps me write, and I absolutely love it. Sometimes I'll write a scene with one song on repeat just so I don't lose idea in my mind.
Now, talking about Scarlett and Ryder...I released Broken Pleasure last month, and I am very proud of it, though the idea of anybody reading it makes me feel ill. I did get my first review on it a few weeks ago, and you can get it here.
I hope you guys like it(:
xxRebeca
I grew up in a Mexican household which meant music was always playing when we woke up, when we cleaned, and especially when we had social gatherings. Spanish music always has a story to tell, they were descriptive and allowed my imagination to flow.
I kind of moved away from spanish music, and I started getting into my own music. Kelly Clarkson, Britney Spears, NSYNC, and many more.
In my head, I could create stories, stories I would dream about at night. I liked to sing (even though I was terrible at it) and I liked pretending to be the lead of my stories inside my head. My imagination was wild.
The first time I wrote was after reading Twilight in middle school. I think I was in eighth grade. I wrote and wrote, at least I tried. I wrote in complete silence because that's how my neighbor wrote her amazing stories.
I wanted to write amazing stories, too. Like the ones in my head that I got while listening to music. I didn't write for a long time after that because I thought I wasn't good enough. Every story I tried to write just ended with me saving it and never looking at it again because I got blocked.
One day, while listening to Thriving Ivory, I was driving to my friends house to pick her up to go to class, I just had this story pop in my head. I remember grabbing my phone and opening the voice recording app, and I recorded myself just saying words.
I didn't really have a story. I had an idea. I still remember the words that I thought of that day. Car accident. Coma. Scarred body. College. Unhappiness. Save Me.
I could even imagine the place where the car accident happened, I had a place in my town that inspired it.
This all happened before I wrote my first book. I pushed the idea aside, and I'm glad I did because it really let me think about it for about a year. Scarlett and Ryder talked to me in dreams, they developed and finally I just had to write about them.
I wrote about them with a few songs in mind, including the song Unhappy by Thriving Ivory, one of my favorite bands.
Now I don't write without a music playlist. Music helps my imagination, it helps me write, and I absolutely love it. Sometimes I'll write a scene with one song on repeat just so I don't lose idea in my mind.
Now, talking about Scarlett and Ryder...I released Broken Pleasure last month, and I am very proud of it, though the idea of anybody reading it makes me feel ill. I did get my first review on it a few weeks ago, and you can get it here.
I hope you guys like it(:
xxRebeca
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