Why I Write, And How I Got Into It by Patrick West (top 10 novels to read .txt) 📖

Hello guys, my name is Patrick West. Before I get into why I write, and how I got into it, I'm going to say some information about myself. First off I want to start off by saying On August 4th 1995, I was born in Rome NY. This is a small town in New York. From New York we moved to Louisiana when I was less than a year old. We moved to Alaska when I was 3 years old. I remember a little bit from Alaska. I remember how cold and snowy Alaska was. One of the main things I rememer in Alaska is when it was New Years, and we were doing sparklers, and i burned a hole in my slipper from a spark of the sparkler when it fell on to my slipper. My dad lit fireworks on that New Years. Other than that I don't remember too mjch from Alaska. We moved to Casper, Wyoming when I was 5.

 I have quite a bit to talk about in Casper, Wyoming. First off I want to say I turned 6 not long after we moved to Casper. The year we moved to Casper, Wyoming I started my school years. I started kindergarten at Verda James Elementary School. Then I went on to first grade and when I got to third grade I met Jonathan who was one of my best friends through all of my school years. When I was 16, I was diagnosed with autism. I was in special ed classes all through my school years. He was one of my best friends even after I got out of school. I was also a twin when I grew up. After I finished my school years I went to Job Corps in Colorado to get some more training. I didn't really like Job Corps that well. I made a few friends while I was in Job Corps which made it better. I took Office Administration Technologies while I was at Job Corps. After I left Job Corps a few of them stayed in touch for awhile. I moved back home to Casper, Wyoming when I finished Job Corps. Then eventually I lost the friends I made in Job Corps.

About a year after I left Job Corps I had my first job at Taco Bell. I liked working at Taco Bell, but they didn't give me enough hours, so I didn't work there very long. I worked there about 5 months, and then I took a job at Burger King which I was getting more hours when I worked there. I stayed at Burger King a little over a year. I got a job offer through man power making $10 an hour as a maintenance worker. Without hesitation I took the job offer, because I was only making $9 an hour at Burger King. I liked this job but the problem is I was allergic to cats. I had to clean the apartments where people had moved out. One apartment they had me cleaning out was heavy with cat dander so I broke out in hives and my eyes were bothering me. I ended up going home early that day. They told me if you break out again we'll have to let you go. After that happened they told me I could only clean out the garages where people moved out. I was cleaning out a garage about two days later, and I broke out in hives again. I was brought to the front office, and they told me I'm sorry but we can't let you work here. Since getting let go from that company I've done several interviews and stuff, but I've had no luck finding another job.

A few months later I turned 24 years old. A week after I turned 24 the biggest change in my life happened. My twin brother and I went to hangout with friends. I made it home safe that night, and I stayed up waiting for my twin brother to get home. He never came home, but the doorbell rang at 3am that morning. I ran upstairs to see what was going on. When I went up stairs there was a coroner and a Highway Patrol men sitting in the living room. At first I thought he'd been arrested or something. Then they explained to us that my twin brother had been killed. After the funeral I went to my older brothers for a month to get away. After that I went back home, and thought about what I wanted to do. I put some thought into it before I made the decision to go to college. I was also trying to grow my YouTube channel at the time. Instead of doing my college work I was spending hours editing YouTube videos. I was going to my classes, and coming home and filming new YouTube videos to edit. I did pretty well my first semester of college. After that my next semester I didn't do that well, because I was putting most of my time into editing YouTube videos. My third semester also went bad, because I was spending most of my time editing Youtube videos.

About halfway through my third semester I got into a relationship with some girl. This is when I stopped putting so much time into YouTube. This relationship only lasted about 2 weeks. About 10 days after she broke up with me, me and this girl named Marybeth started talking. Her and I got into a relationship. Her and I would video chat everyday and stuff. We would spend hours on video chat everyday. Eventually it came out that she wrote books. At the time I was also taking a English class in college. Now it's time to get into the story of why I write and how I got into it.

 In this chapter I'm going to talk about how I got into writing. As I was saying I found out this girl I was dating was a writer. I always wanted to try writing a book since I can remember. This college English class is where I learned to write in third person. As I was taking this college English class, I was thinking to myself I want to try writing more and more. I told her that I wanted to try writing. She told me that if I did she'd support me in writing. I started writing and she told me I was good at it, so I kept writing more and more. I got so involved with my writing I'd do it while me and this girl were video chatting. Writing became a normal part of my daily routine. I spend most of my free time writing now. My girlfriend is mostly how I got into writing. The college English class also encouraged me to start writing. This pretty much explains how I got into writing.

 In this chapter I'm going to talk about some of the reasons why I do write. To me writing is a lot of fun, because you get to go on an imaginary adventure while you're writing. When you're writing you get to go into different worlds and stuff with your charecters. I enjoy that. It makes it fun. I'm also a happier person when I'm writing on a novel. Writing helps me get through the day. Writing helps me express my feelings. It's a way to make my dreams public. This explains why I do write.

 In this chapter I'm going to talk about how writing helps me. When I'm bored, or I have nothing to do, I start writing. Writing helps me in my everyday life. Without writing I don't know where I'd be today. Writing helps me in being a happier person. 

 In this chapter I'm going to talk about my dreams with writing. My dream is to be a author someday. I want to be able to write really good books, so I'm going to keep writing as much as I can.