The Why and The When
Today’s question: When/why did you start writing?
For the record, my 9-5 job needs to stop sucking. The suckage isn’t coming from workload, but the fact that due to corporate streamlining, people I like keep losing their jobs. This doesn’t make for a conducive work environment where thinking is required.
So this week’s RTW is timely.
I’ve always been a creative person and I was one of those kids who, when she shared a dream she had in the night, it was always some 20 hour epic. When I played Barbies, each doll was a specific character and each one had their own backstory etc. I was hard-coded for storytelling.
My first written story was in first or second grade and was co-authored with my friend Julie. It was about three friends (or it might have been sisters). We illustrated each page with extremely non-proportioned girls and even added a copyright date.*
I loved books, so writing was a logical thing for me to do, but playing with dolls always held a priority over everything. Once I was too old for playing with them, however, is when I truly began writing. My stories carried on where the lives of my Barbie dolls ended. The prose was terrible and the drama melodramatic. I loved every word of it though.
As the years pushed forward, I would pull away from writing for long stretches, but whenever I returned, I always felt at home and more at ease. Now, whenever I’m in a bad mood, I realize it’s because it’s been too long since I’ve created anything. Writing is what I need to do.
And with all the 9-5 bullshit floating around, I’m glad to know that my writing is always there.
*(Un)Fortunately, any existing copies are long gone.
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Last.fm hit of the day: From Yesterday by 30 Seconds to Mars
Very nice. Well put. Cyber hug