Guest Post: Being an Author is Like … by Hannah Harvey

Guest Post: Being and Author is Like … by Hannah Harvey

Being an author is like…

Doing your favourite hobby all the time. Or at least, for me that’s what it’s like.

While I was growing up, I was home educated, and one of my favourite things to do was write short stories. Back then I had a few different careers in mind. At first I wanted to be a baker, and then a childcare worker, and after that I wanted to be a nurse.

When I was sixteen, and at college on the path to becoming a nurse. I was diagnosed with an illness, which saw me leaving college and unable to work, or leave the house on my own.

It was around this time that I discovered National Novel Writing Month. I’d dabbled with writing novels before, but I’d only actually finished one and it wasn’t very good. Once I got started with NaNo, I got hooked on writing. I started finishing so many novels, and not only did I write them and actually finish, but I started doing work on them once they were written. I began editing, and thinking about making them better, getting them ready for publication.. Then when it became clear that my illness was not going to burn out any time soon. I started publishing my novels through Kindle Direct Publishing.

Now I get to do one of my favourite things every single day. And being an author really is like doing my favourite hobby all the time.

It’s tough at times, especially when writers block sets in, but it’s definitely worth it. I have a great time writing novels and I’ve found a genre that I love with young adult.

I guess I’d say that being an author is like when you’re a kid and you say you want to be a ballerina, or an astronaut. Something that sounds so exciting, but doesn’t actually seem possible, and then it happens. For me writing was my ballet dancer, or astronaut. I’d always loved it, and as I got older I started loving it even more. The passion for writing didn’t die down, and now I’m working hard to make a career out of it.

I’m learning new aspects of writing all the time. I’m getting better at editing, promotion, and cover design. I’ve branched out into blogging as well, which is something I really enjoy. There are just so many benefits to writing.

So, I would definitely say that being an author is amazing, and I love sharing my work, and seeing what other people think of it is amazing too.

I get to do my favourite hobby, all the time, and that’s a great feeling.

 Title: 12 Hours

(Novella)
Young Adult Contemporary Fiction

Author: Hannah Harvey

Amazon US | Amazon UK

Excerpt

This is the part where someone stronger would turn and walk away. To finally say that enough is enough, and they’d mean it, and leave with their dignity intact, even if their heart wasn’t.

In my world, this is the part where I hesitate and allow him time to explain.

‘I needed someone to talk to.’ He replies. ‘You’re the only person I can actually stand to be around right now. You pretty much have been since I met you.’

‘James.’ I groan and drop my head down. ‘We’re over. You ended it, and then you left. You can’t expect me to fall at your feet, just because you decided to show up in town again. You can’t expect it to be like it was before, I can’t just be there for you whenever you need me.’ I fold my arms over my waist, and try to ignore the little voice in my head, which is asking me why I’m out here, if I’m not going to be there for him whenever he says he needs me.

‘I didn’t come here expecting anything from you. Hoping, maybe, but not expecting.’ He says. His voice is low and honest and I want him to say something to make me madder at him, because that would make this easier. Not better, perhaps, but easier.

‘You don’t get to hope, not when it comes to me. Why can’t you leave me alone? Why did you have to come back now? Why can’t you let me move on?’

‘Have you?’ He looks up sharply, and shoves his hands into his pockets. Pacing up and down again.

‘I’m not seeing anyone, if that’s what you mean.’

‘I didn’t really have the right to ask you that, did I?’

‘Not really.’ I feel a little more confident now, he’s more nervous and that’s taking the edge off of my own nerves. ‘You’re the one who chose for it to be this way James. You seem to be confused about that, but let me remind you. You were the one who broke up with me on my graduation day, not the other way around. You’ve the one who left the town before I could speak to you about what had happened. You’re the one who didn’t contact me for two months. Then all of a sudden, you’re the one who shows up in town again, and now you’re the one outside my house at midnight. This isn’t fair.’

‘I know it isn’t.’

‘Yet you’re here.’

‘I’m sorry. I messed up. I’m sorry. I just didn’t know where else to go. I’ll leave.’ He starts to walk away, and the sight of him leaving, just like he did on my graduation day, breaks something inside of me and suddenly I’m crying.

I look back at the house, where I could curl up under my blankets and cry until it stops hurting. Where I could gorge on ice cream to dull the pain. Where I could wake my mom up and let her comfort me as I tell her what happened.

This is where a stronger person would go back inside, do one or all of those things, and forget about their ex-boyfriend, who broke their heart and then returned to play with the remaining pieces.

However, this turns out to be the part where I wipe away the tears, and I walk after him.

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