How Did I Become A Writer?


We are all subjected to having to write stories in school. Whether it was fill in the blank to finish the sentence in this story in our earliest writing careers or we actually enjoyed writing stories in English and Literature classes later on. We all had that moment, where we were writers.

Some of us never grew out of it.

Fifth Grade

I remember the classroom clearly. I guess it’s because 5th grade was a turning point for me in a lot of ways. My friendships were changing. My body was revolting against me by becoming cursed with the feminine monthly (yes, I thought of it that way then).

I was reading a book a day, or almost if they were thick novels. I think this was the year that I first read The Hobbit and found my love for J.R.R. Tolkien.

This was the first time I began writing stories that weren’t an assignment too.

I began writing about cowboys and cowgirls because that was my dream. I wanted to own a ranch with beautiful horses which were highly trained and sought after by other horse lovers worldwide. I know I filled a legal pad and another half of one with this story. It was my first character, who is still with me, that grew my love for writing as much as my love for reading.

Kristine was everything I was not. She was beautiful, of Native American descent and strong in every sense of the word. She didn’t take any lip from anyone, but she loved deeply. She built her ranch from the ground up in Montana with her best friend Cat and hired hands that were more like a family to her than employees. Her horse was a black Arabian named Ginger after the firebrand mare in Black Beauty.

Yeah, she had to deal with men trying to drag her down, tell her she wasn’t good enough because she was a woman or too young to be knowledgable in the horse world. She withstood them and proved them wrong each time though.

I think I need to polish and finish Kristine’s story, don’t you?

From Here ’til Eternity

I still love writing. I have not published anything because I haven’t finished any of my works in progress.

It’s fear.

Fear of success and a little of the change that would happen in my life. Fear of rejection is in there too.

One day, here soon, that fear will be turned into happiness and a sense of accomplishment. I’m striving and working toward finishing my writing, starting new projects, and getting them out there for the world to see. It’s just one step at a time. Knowing I have a fanbase. Knowing I will finish and be successful.

Knowing that there is going to be a reader out there that might be inspired by my book to write his or her own.


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