Day Thirteen Even though we were only expected to do about eleven or twelve days, I felt that this should be included in the jar with the other items. I began hoarding pens during middle school upon discovering how much I loved to write, and that love only grew as I began to fill notebooks with short stories, ideas of others, and (dare I say) fanfiction. I still remember getting reprimanded in middle school writing a story in my notebook instead of paying attention to the lesson. When becoming mature and responsible enough, I was gifted my first laptop and that only made that feeling skyrocket. I was able to create documents, visual boards, gather visual references, anything to get my work written down. It was phenomenal, the sense of pride when I got to write some of it out and send it to my friends to read and give their thoughts on them. Those early moments helped build my style as a writer, creating a unique voice that has represented itself in my assignments. And while I have shifted to working on my laptop when writing my new novel, I have developed a new method that creates a visual storyboard in sticky notes on notebook pages and parts of my world building on index cards (creating a physical and simple aspect that can also be brought along with a laptop and not be completely digital). [I applaud anyone who can be completely digital for major projects when writing a series of novels.] But, with the pen, it physically represents my desire of writing and the love that has stemmed from it. Deep down, I will always be a writer at heart, and I am happy with that.