The letter below is part of an ongoing series featuring letters from authors to their teen selves. If you're a published author who'd like to participate in this series, we'd love to have you. Just click here and let us know you're interested. Today's guest is Nicole Lesperance, author of The Depths, out later this week.
Dear Teen Me,
I wonder where you are as you’re reading this letter. Maybe you’re working at the salt water taffy stand, handing out boxes to sunburnt tourists to fill with sticky candy. Maybe you’re buried under a mountain of homework, or stressing about AP exams, or stressing about college applications. Maybe you’re out with your friends, driving aimlessly around Cape Cod in a big old boat of a car, blasting music and laughing until your stomach hurts. Or maybe you’re home, scribbling away in a notebook you never let anyone see.
I want to talk about that notebook. All those thoughts and stories and poems, all those letters you write and never send. All those words you shape and polish, those moments of absolute joy when it all comes pouring out of you. You think it doesn’t mean anything, it will never amount to anything, but it will. Sure, those melodramatic poems will make you cringe in a couple of years, but they’re all part of it — they’re building up to something you have no idea you can achieve.
Nicole as a teen