The first year I started writing, I was very arrogant and I thought my book was the best in the world. However, right after that I began to read other books and I realized how wrong I was. One could tell that my style, my plot and even my characters were all created by an amateur. Then I rewrote my story. By that time I had turned nineteen years old so I realized how immature my previous writing was. So I did what I had to do. I scrapped the whole thing and rewrote it with a fresh perspective. The last three years have been very frustrating for me because I couldn't mold my writing the way I wanted to. My writing was neither mature nor interesting. I often got bored of my own writing. However, today when I was reading my final draft I actually almost forgot that it's my own work because I was enjoying myself so much. When I wasn't laughing, I was smiling at the lighthearted parts. I felt empathetic towards my characters, I could relate to them. That is when I realized that I have achieved something. I'm going to a publishing house next week, I hope that even if I get rejected, I'll find a way.