I did another interview for a website (look for a post and link around the 1st of April) where they asked about how I became a writer. Oh, I’m sure there are those out there that will claim they were always writers or that they’ve been writing from the time of birth but I’m not one of them. The closet thing I can remember to very early writing was when my brother and I shared a room and I would tell stories about us to put him to sleep. We were always super heroes or on the Battlestar Galactica or something.
My first real story that I can remember was in grade school when I was asked to write a two page story for class (must have been around 5th grade or so). I think I wrote myself as a ninja and there was a deplorable overuse of the word “suddenly” but it was my first story. It was many years before I wrote another. Here are, as well as I can remember, the defining moments in my literary career. At each point, I “found my voice” so to speak. In that I mean that writing stopped being a struggle and started to flow. I figured out how to put pen to paper in a way that made sense to me (and more importantly others) and was fun. Continue reading Learning to Write