For the second time in two years I have completed a short story from start to finish. Now I have to re read it and edit it including re write chunks. But it's a huge step having finished even a rough draft. It's been close to a one week process of taking one chapter at a time and yet tackling each chapter as if it's the first. 
But what is this bug I have always had to write anything? I did below average at school and enjoyed English but failed it. Having a passion for writing doesn't make you good. 
It's so frustrating being shit at something I love. But ignoring the finished article, I love the feeling writing gives me. It releases a chemical in a way. It exhausts me in a pleasing way.  
I will continue writing this for the foreseeable future but if not this then I will just write all the other little projects to be discovered when I am dead. 

Finishing this short story has reignited further a love of writing. My aunt is supposed to be keeping good to her word and having me help work on a story with her. Fingers crossed that should arrive this week.