When I was in 7th grade, English class was primarily creative writing. For those people that had a natural knack for coming up with fanciful stories, it was a great class. I spent most of my time hunched as far down in my chair as possible trying not to get called on to read my writing to the class.
I hated every story I wrote in that class. I can't remember anything specific that I wrote, but the feeling of hating it all? Vivid. That feeling goes right along with the terrible nervous/sick feeling I got every time I had to go to that class.
It was 7th grade English that convinced me I would never be a writer. I wasn't creative. My stories sucked. Writing made me miserable.
I wish I could hug 7th grade me. I would tell her that she was a terrible writer, not because she couldn't string coherent thoughts together, but because she just didn't have a natural grasp of story. I won't blame my teacher. She may have covered it. I was 12, what did I know? I knew that I wasn't a writer, so, why pay too much attention?
Now I know better. I'm a writer.
I am not published (yet). My biggest accomplishment is winning NaNoWriMo 2014 and 2015. My second biggest accomplishment is that I am currently working on a project that I adore. There's more to come.
I don't know really what to share here just yet. So, for a while it will probably be just ramblings, work progress reports, link round-ups, and other nonsense.
The truth is, right now I need a place to talk to myself about this whole process. To mark the time and my feelings until I have a (hopefully) finished, published product.
Here's to doing big things in 2017.
I hated every story I wrote in that class. I can't remember anything specific that I wrote, but the feeling of hating it all? Vivid. That feeling goes right along with the terrible nervous/sick feeling I got every time I had to go to that class.
It was 7th grade English that convinced me I would never be a writer. I wasn't creative. My stories sucked. Writing made me miserable.
I wish I could hug 7th grade me. I would tell her that she was a terrible writer, not because she couldn't string coherent thoughts together, but because she just didn't have a natural grasp of story. I won't blame my teacher. She may have covered it. I was 12, what did I know? I knew that I wasn't a writer, so, why pay too much attention?
Now I know better. I'm a writer.
I am not published (yet). My biggest accomplishment is winning NaNoWriMo 2014 and 2015. My second biggest accomplishment is that I am currently working on a project that I adore. There's more to come.
I don't know really what to share here just yet. So, for a while it will probably be just ramblings, work progress reports, link round-ups, and other nonsense.
The truth is, right now I need a place to talk to myself about this whole process. To mark the time and my feelings until I have a (hopefully) finished, published product.
Here's to doing big things in 2017.