Writing has always played an important role in my life. I discovered the joys of creative writing in the 4th grade. I was an avid reader and decided that I could write fantastical stories similar to the books I escaped into. I started by writing one or two pages, but by the end of 4th grade, I could easily fill 20+ pages of lined paper, both sides, no spaces. No teacher really wanted to read that though, so I learned to tell shorter stories with illustrations (also by me).
In 6th grade I had a best friend who also enjoyed writing. She struggled more with spelling and grammar, but didn't care when we wrote together. We created two female characters and they would go on adventures, fall in love with boys, and babysit. Yes, we were huge fans of The Babysitter's Club books by Anne M. Martin. We were also fans of The New Micky Mouse club so our characters became key elements of fan fiction. Her and I would take turns writing different stories involving both our characters. Sometimes we'd write one big story, each of us writing different chapters. It's a fond memory I have of that year and a bond that has allowed us to remain friends many years later. Hiding in a box, deep in one of my closets, are some of those stories.
As I grew older, my writing became therapy. I kept a journal full of teenaged angst, love letters, and poems. Later, another journal was created as a means to process my divorce. Now I'm here. I began this blog as a way to deal with the mess in my life. It's part therapy and part a hope that I can reach someone out there like me. I want others to know they aren't alone and that they also have a voice.
One day, I hope to write something meaningful. One day, I'd like to write a children's book. And One day, I hope to write a novel.
For now, I'll just keep writing.
In 6th grade I had a best friend who also enjoyed writing. She struggled more with spelling and grammar, but didn't care when we wrote together. We created two female characters and they would go on adventures, fall in love with boys, and babysit. Yes, we were huge fans of The Babysitter's Club books by Anne M. Martin. We were also fans of The New Micky Mouse club so our characters became key elements of fan fiction. Her and I would take turns writing different stories involving both our characters. Sometimes we'd write one big story, each of us writing different chapters. It's a fond memory I have of that year and a bond that has allowed us to remain friends many years later. Hiding in a box, deep in one of my closets, are some of those stories.
As I grew older, my writing became therapy. I kept a journal full of teenaged angst, love letters, and poems. Later, another journal was created as a means to process my divorce. Now I'm here. I began this blog as a way to deal with the mess in my life. It's part therapy and part a hope that I can reach someone out there like me. I want others to know they aren't alone and that they also have a voice.
One day, I hope to write something meaningful. One day, I'd like to write a children's book. And One day, I hope to write a novel.
For now, I'll just keep writing.
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