I can remember a time when I was not a writer.
In first and second grade, I wrote sentences for my spelling words, and that was about it. (I remember my mom telling me at the time that all of my sentences shouldn’t be “I did this” and “I did that.”) By the time I was in third grade, however, I was writing poetry. In fifth grade, I wrote a story to warn my teacher of the dangers of giving too much homework. (As if I ever had a problem with that!)
It wasn’t until middle school that I thought of writing a book.
I’d been reading a lot of Regency romances, and I decided I was going to write one. The heroine was an orphan who’d found her murdered parents and still had flashbacks of the knife that was with their bodies. (“The knife. The bloody knife. The knife that killed them.” Yes, that was part of the first paragraph.) Her aunt, who took her in, has this habit of adding extra middle names whenever someone doesn’t do what he or she is told. (A tactic I may use for NaNo sometime; a great way to add extra words!) I never got past the first chapter, partly because I didn’t know what was going to happen next and partly because I listened to my dad, who said the thought of me writing a book was fiction.
Despite those negative words, however, I kept writing — stories and poems, at least. I didn’t turn my hand back to longer fiction until after college. I couldn’t stop. I make up worlds, people, situations. I have such joy of reading, and I wanted to share my own ideas with others who like to read. That’s why I write: I’m a creator, and I like to share my creations.
It’s nothing profound, nothing you haven’t heard from everyone else. I haven’t always written, but I started young. I still remember those early creations. Whatever flaws they had, I found them memorable, enjoyable, and I write to share that.
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I remember doing the same thing in kindergarden. I’d get yelled at for writing things like, I like flowers. I like crayons. I like cookies. But it was all true!
Exactly! I didn’t get yelled at, just . . . critiqued. 😉
In seventh grade, I wrote a sci fi story (believe it or not!) for my English class. It was the discovery of a new planet. She wanted to know where I copied it from. I don’t think I had even heard of sci fi at that point in my life. I never wrote another one. Teachers weren’t always encouraging in the latter half of last century.
Sadly, there are still teachers like that. I’m sorry you ran into that one.
Ah, but we did get to hear recordings of Poe’s stories! My favorite is still ‘The Cask of Amontillado.’
I love that story. I wrote a short story based off of it, which disappeared into a magazine’s slush pile and has never been heard from again. I’ll have to find something else to do with it.
The worst said to me by my teacher was that I had craphomania. I think it was meant to be insult, but I felt delighted for such comment. “Just imagine! What all I could do if I had it!” She laughed and handed me two extra grammar exercises.
They may not always support us, but sometimes that knowledge of doing something so forbidden in class has inspired to keep doing it, hasn’ it? So perhaps its good that they don’t always support us.
What a positive reaction you had to such a negative comment. Me, the only thing forbidden I ever did in class was read. 😉
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