First things first, I write a lot. I do not know how, but trying to write a minimum of one page is really difficult for me, especially when I have a topic in mind. I will be writing along and next thing I know I am on page three and I am not even close to wrapping up my points. I do not know how this happens, but it happens all the time! I am going to believe it is a good thing; I like to write and can write a lot, unintentionally.
When I was younger, I never got on the reading train like my mum and brother. My dad is the black sheep in the family regarding reading; he does not fly through books the way the rest of us do. He is content with the books he has and re-reading them. By fourth grade, my class did a project that required us to read three books by the same author and then create a mini-portfolio, explaining the plot of our chosen books. This is when I really got into reading and would always ask my parents if I could get a couple of books by the schools Scholastic catalog. Those catalogs were the catalyst to my love for reading.
I was in middle school when a friend of mine told me he was in the process of writing a book. I remember thinking, how amazing that was and how I wanted to write a book one day. The thought of writing a book planted it’s roots and I would come back to this idea every now and then as time went on. I wanted to write a book, yet procrastination and self-doubt become two of my very good friends.
When I came to high school, I wanted to take a creative writing class. The analytical essays and I do not get along; we bicker a lot. It makes my brain hurt and makes me go a little insane when I have to kick out my imagination and fill it with facts and quotes. I have come to the conclusion that my brain is not programmed to think logically and factual on a day to day basis. I am more of a right brained person and after two years of highschool, I am finally taking a creative writing class and my brain is ready to get creative.
Last year during MCAS, I took a ten minute break from my work so I could write down a scene from a story I had in mind on the given scratch paper. I could not risk the idea escaping my memory once I finished the session; I had to write my idea down right then. Once I completed the portion of the test, my body sighed. I was anxious to get back to this story idea I had and refine it and add more details. I still have that scratch paper. This was the beginning of my book. I have an existing idea, and now I have to add details and chapters. My book has been started.
Writing is an escape for me. When I can not get out of my own head, I have to write the thoughts down, because then the paper has my thoughts, and I do not need to have them weigh me down anymore. Writing gives me the written memory of a story that may be forgotten in years to come. Writing gives a purpose to the many stories I have running through my mind day and night, usually at night though. I want to write more stories and get my imagination running.
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