Since I am a storyteller, I thought that I'd share a story with you. But this is a true story. It's the story of my writing life. I always wonder how writers get started with writing, when they started to write novels, how young they started etc. So, I figured, if I share mine, that might prompt some comments about others.
Now, I've been a reader as far back as I can remember, and that pretty much goes for writing as well. I wrote in those spiral notebooks all the time. The first completed “Book” I wrote was an eight page book about me and the kids on my street. (I wish I still had this, but in all of my many moves, it got lost along the way.) I remember a group of friends I hung out with and one of them always loved my stories. At the end of fifth grade, this group and I exchanged presents since we'd be moving on into middle school, so I wrote a bunch of little stories for the girl who liked mine.
Throughout middle school as well I wrote. In 7th grade English class, a lot of our projects included writing. Such as we had to write a short mystery and read it in front of the class. When it was my turn my teacher commented that it ought to be good because I had creative ideas. In that same class, we had to write and illustrate a children's novel. (That one, I still have!)
Then around that time, my writing evolved into poetry. My first poem I wrote about the loss of a little girl who was our neighbor. I actually never showed the poem to anyone, I stuck it in my headboard and my mom found it, and showed it to the mother and grandmother of the little girl.
Then around 8th grade, my best friend and I wanted to be singer/songwriters. That's when my writing evolved once again to song lyrics. Before I left Texas for Arizona, I remember reading a story in a group of people. I think it was called Young Writers Reading, and it was teenagers who wrote books, stories and poetry.
Throughout my preteen and teenage years, I was happy when my mom bought me a bunch of notebooks, the bigger sized, the better, and a package of pens. In my room I created story after story. Some finished, some not.
I actually have an ex to thank when it came to writing a full length adult novel. Though I'd written a few stories here and there, most of my writing was poems and song lyrics for awhile. But my ex decided to write his own novel in 2003, and I realized I wanted to write novels.
So I did. I wrote and wrote and wrote! The book was titled “Strangers” and it took me seven months to write. I don't recall the word count now. I finished it and had a few people read it. (Mostly family and of course, they told me it was good....) I started writing a second and was 40k words into it when life (and depression) got in the way.
I love the power of the written word. I love stories. I love to read, and I love to write them. Reading and writing have gotten me through a not so stable life. Writing helps me get my feelings out.
So that's my story.
I hope that everyone is having a great December. Now is the time to think your goals for 2011, whether they are writing, or non.
But most of all, enjoy the holidays with the ones you love most.