I write because I really love to imagine impossible stories that I’d never think of and I love to read to see what another writer thought up and how they turned it into an interesting tale that grabbed people and made them enjoy themselves.
I started writing when I saw how my dad told stories that captivated his listeners. Friends and family would sit around as he would tell a story about his past that seemed frightening and fantastical but also very believable.
I think that is what began my foray into writing scary stories.
I also discovered some newspaper clippings from when I was a kid in 3rd grade a part of the BookIt! program and also how I made my first book about Floppy and Hoppy and the Mean Cat. My mom still has the book and claims one day it might be worth a lot when I’m a big name author…we’ll see, I’m working on it.
After that what impressed upon me to continue writing was when I wrote a ghost story one night when i was maybe 12 or 13 with my cousin I was visting. Though I don’t have the story anymore. I can recall the scene of the ghostly visage of a woman dragging herself up a set of steps in her old mansion. My cousin read it to his middle school class and told me that the teacher said she enjoyed it and I should be a writer. Maybe she was being nice, or maybe she knew something. Either way, I continued the path. It was a path that I didn’t take seriously, of course. I enjoyed writing to just write. At first it was usually only a page of a bigger picture. A page I would edit and edit and edit and then nothing.
I wrote sporadically for many years and was always working on a big book, a story that caught my fancy and then widdled down until I felt it was too much. It wasn’t until I began to finally finish my own work, make myself sit down and write for hours. And even write anything with only a stream of thought as to put words to the blank screen.
Forcing my brain to run on a treadmill of words without no edit was what helped me become more confident. Understanding the benefit of a loose outline helped me not to write myself into a corner but to have some freedom to change things as I went. Then once the story was there. The pages filled. It was easier to see the big picture and edit accordingly.
After that it was understanding when I put my work out there that I would have to see reviews. Now that was terrifying. But I had to know if all the years of writing–if even grasping some structure of it, if not all–would show. And I can say now that I really think it has shown that I’ve done at least some studying on the art of writing.
I’ve also picked up some marketing skills, and experienced the value of building bridges with other authors and readers, and how self publishing can be humbling, but I’m out there, doing it.
I do it to captivate people. I enjoy that the most.