In case those who read this haven't figured it out by now, I really like to write. I have ever since I was a little girl, composing four-page stories from the age of nine. It was the pride of my life to read my stories to my fourth-grade class and hear my fellow students tell me that my stories were really good. I continued the story-writing up until I was about fourteen. I stopped when I realized that my old masterpieces really weren't all that great. One of my biggest regrets is that I threw away all but one of my school-girl stories in a moment of teenage stupidity, and now their plots are distant memories. They had really gripping titles, too. "Snow Camp", "Daddy's Home", and "Basketball Wars", just to name a few. But I still really enjoyed writing, even after I gave up writing stories regularly. I took a Creative Writing class my senior year in high school, and I was so proud of myself when I managed to create a sonnet in iambic pentameter within twenty minutes. Shocking. And a long way from my first thrilling epic ever written, "The King and Queen Are Missing!" (gee, i wonder how the plot of that story went.)
I have never aspired to be a great writer, though, and I don't really think I ever will be, but I've been really surprised at the last year of my life and how much time I have spent typing away at story ideas that pop into my head at random times. Sometimes it's a dialog that I think of first, or an image of a scene that I want to describe, and suddenly I think of a whole story to go along with it. Just last week, between the states of sleep and wakefulness, a scene popped in my brain that was crying out for an explanation. Once I was fully awake, I couldn't put the scene aside. I had to create a story to it. Once I had, I shared the storyline with Esther. I'm not sure she was really all that enthralled with it considering it's my hobby and she was lying in bed, but I think she did find a couple of plot points kind of interesting.
If you're curious about the kinds of things I end up writing about, it's not really worth it to ask me for an excerpt or anything. I may be an extremely loud and obnoxious person, but I'm incredibly shy when it comes to sharing these little tidbits of stories, especially when I want to expand on them and actually write something book-length. It was a big deal when I read a mere paragraph to Becky and Esther from something I'd been working on for a couple of months (i'd written more than a paragraph after two months of working on it, but the paragraph was all i shared with them). I'll just say that one of my greatest wishes has been to write a really great American Revolution historical fiction epic. Well, maybe "epic" is too grand a word. But I have a tendency to exaggerate, in case you missed that, as well.
I don't think I have the ambition to really try and ever publish anything I write. I think I'd surprise even myself if I ever did. For now, it's still a hobby I love. But just in case I ever branch out and write something that I don't just post to a blog, you can all say you knew me when. Because, naturally, whatever I write will immediately be a big-time best-seller, complete with a feature film option, and I will be a hit celebrity, like Stephenie Meyer . . . but not like Stephenie Meyer. So far, none of my stories have centered around hormonal, teenage vampires. I have a feeling they never will.
"Typos are very important to all written form. It gives the reader something to look for so they aren't distracted by the total lack of content in your writing." -Randy K. Milholland