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How It All Began (Part One of ??)
Jan. 22nd, 2018 10:45 amA lot of times I get asked how long I've been writing and when it all started. Did I always know I wanted to write books? According to certain school assignments, yes, though I don't remember having a driving love for the gift of words at a young age. That kind of came and went.
What I do remember is having a lot of individual play time where I'd run wild in my imagination. Sometimes I let other people play with me, other times not so much. Depended on the day. I needed hours upon hours of time to get through a storyline in my made up world, and I think that's what deterred me from writing it down. When I was little, I didn't have the tools or the patience to do it.
I do remember a time in third grade we were told to illustrate books and tell stories. Mine was volume one of "Adventures in Nightmare Land" staring a detective investigating ghosts and weird big sister monsters. Because, you know, my arch nemesis was my big sister for a while. Sorry.
I remember it being a smash hit with the kids in the class, and a demand for a sequel. I also remember the frustration of not being able to get all of the story out in one volume, nor having the words to tell the story in a full form. It wasn't as intricately detailed as the chapter books I was reading. Why couldn't I write that well?
It was better for me to just keep my stories to myself in my imagination land. At least then I could see them play out without any frustration or judgement for my lack of ability. There wasn't any positive feedback. That feeling had been nice. But at least I was true to my stories. That last thing is a lesson I've taken to heart with me to this day. Always be true to the story.
What I do remember is having a lot of individual play time where I'd run wild in my imagination. Sometimes I let other people play with me, other times not so much. Depended on the day. I needed hours upon hours of time to get through a storyline in my made up world, and I think that's what deterred me from writing it down. When I was little, I didn't have the tools or the patience to do it.
I do remember a time in third grade we were told to illustrate books and tell stories. Mine was volume one of "Adventures in Nightmare Land" staring a detective investigating ghosts and weird big sister monsters. Because, you know, my arch nemesis was my big sister for a while. Sorry.
I remember it being a smash hit with the kids in the class, and a demand for a sequel. I also remember the frustration of not being able to get all of the story out in one volume, nor having the words to tell the story in a full form. It wasn't as intricately detailed as the chapter books I was reading. Why couldn't I write that well?
It was better for me to just keep my stories to myself in my imagination land. At least then I could see them play out without any frustration or judgement for my lack of ability. There wasn't any positive feedback. That feeling had been nice. But at least I was true to my stories. That last thing is a lesson I've taken to heart with me to this day. Always be true to the story.
