Since a very early age, I’ve been creating stories. Before I knew how to write, I conjured them in my head and played them out with Rambo action figures and Barbie dolls. I can still remember writing a short story in third grade, Mr. Mindler’s class, and he was so impressed that I’d spelled the word “apartment” correct that it made me want to write more; just to see if I could impress him with harder words. I spelled “association” wrong and didn’t write again until seventh grade.
Through junior high and high school, I kept notebooks. Spiral bound cheapo notebooks because there weren’t any Barnes and Nobles’ to go to and get a nice one. Even if there were, I would have felt bad asking my mom to purchase them for me when I could get away with using the cheapo ones. I had stacks of notebooks when I graduated. I’ve burned them all since. Yes, you should keep your older writing in order to show your progress over time. And no, you shouldn’t keep it if it would embarrass you if someone decides to read it at your funeral.
Which brings us to almost present day. Now, I write with a typewriter or fountain pen. Not because it’s what all the cool kids are doing, but because I find working away from a WiFi environment actually makes me more productive. I’ve learned a few things in all these years of writing.
- My writing is mine and though I’ll take your advice on what would make it better, I’m under no obligation to make every or even any change you suggest.
- No matter what happens, I’ve always got friends. Sometimes they’re in my head, and talk when I don’t want them to, but they’re always there even when the real world isn’t.
- The word association is spelled A-S-S-O-C-I-A-T-I-O-N.