Why I Became a Writer - Livin' the Good Life
Jan. 26th, 2008
02:29 pm - Why I Became a Writer
I never particularly enjoyed writing until I was in the fifth grade. The teacher I had, Mrs. Moore, happened to love writing. She had us write a lot more than I had in previous grades, and she seemed to love creative writing the best. When I was told I could write about anything I wanted to, I started writing (big surprise...) horse stories. We'd have to write a minimum of 2 pages, and I wrote 10, 12, 20 pages... I just went on and on. Instead of criticizing me for my rambling stories, my spelling, punctuation, and sentence structures by marking up my papers with corrections, she just kept encouraging me. That was EXACTLY the kind of teacher I needed at that time. There was plenty of time later on for drilling on proper writing techniques. What I needed was to catch the writing bug! And I did. I thought of myself as a writer from then on, because my teacher told me I was. I started keeping a diary, and I wrote devotedly in my daily diaries until I graduated from high school. My favorite classes in high school were, of course, all English-related. I learned to write in the way my English teachers taught me to write. I always got an A in English and any other subject that required a lot of writing. I didn't write a whole lot after I graduated from high school, but picked it up again in my late 30s. It was then that I developed the conversational-style that I still use today. I dropped all the formal rules. I just wrote the same way I think and speak, with lots of asides. My mind jumps around alot, so my writing does too. That way, my writing seems to be authentically me. One thing I find very interesting is that I never look back at a post in my live journal and think, "Why did I write that? I don't even think that!" I really do mean what I write, and I really do mean what I say. I'm very careful to scrutinize my thoughts before I put them down on paper, and I always think, "Do I really mean to say it exactly like that?" If it makes it down in writing, I do. And I give no apologies, take it or leave it. Thanks, Mrs. Moore, for getting me on the writing track and for calling me "a writer". I has been one of my greatest pleasures in life!