write a book and publish it

Why does this seem so impossible?!

I can create quite the read when inspired enough to do so. My writing skills are also quite enhanced for my age, so within the years ahead of me I will become even better. Stories are creations from the subconscious imagination of an author. They are worlds, creatures, people of all significance and stature, to include versatile persona and actions resulting from their mindset. These fantastic conceptions conjured from the facets of the mind are what any participant in the writing art would concur to call true immortality. Yes, I understand why you may look upon with me incredulousness, for an idea does not exist in the flesh. An idea, you say, does not think, feel, or relate anymore than a tree speaks articulate phonic language. Though I ask you now, why ever not? When a reader interacts fully and wholeheartedly with a character, that character exists in the page-turner’s present consciousness completely. The pair become companions and share one another’s emotions, from happiness and bliss to rage and pain. They relate and compare their experiences, reminisce about the events in their life. Soon the two become apart of one another, bonded and inseparable, even after the covers of the book conceal it’s pages upon a dust-gathering bookshelf once more. That character makes an impression in the subconscious of the bookworm that can be withdrawn and used timelessly when needed, until perhaps forgotten with withered age. Yet the beauty of an idea is that it can be passed on from person to person, a diffusion of meaningful purpose, forever immersing the psyche of story-lovers everywhere. A person will exist until senility undertakes them in peaceful dark if a possible tragedy does not occur, but an idea has no physical form to deny it the title of an entity. Immortal, forever until every last copy of it’s powerful words are burned and every single person to know of it’s wonders becomes a fruitless corpse. I too will one day see this fate of inevitable death. But my compositions, those everlasting complexities, will coexist with a piece of my soul in their pages all throughout an imperishable permanence. An idea is a powerful thing. It can inspire people, shape lives, and even change the world. I plan to do so with my work, even when dead and assumedly forgotten, my friend, even when.

Iv already wrote tons of long storys that i think could be turned into novels. I dont wanna be an author,..but I love writing and someday im gonna write a book and publish it.