Aug 1, 2010

How I Came to Be A Writer

It’s August Already?

I woke up today and it was suddenly August, which meant that there was only one more month left of summer. I’m planning on cramming in as much writing as possible before school starts again.

Also, tomorrow we’re having a Trailer Launch Party for the release of the trailer for Tell Me A Secret by Holly Cupala. We’re giving away prizes so come by if you want a chance to win!


Who actually knows from childhood that they wanted to be a writer?

At first I wanted to be a doctor. My aunts and uncles were doctors who wore white long coats and sported a cool Stethoscope around their necks. They got to help people hands on and were getting paid for it. I wanted to be just like them, to wear the same coat, and take care of people in the hospital. When I eventually moved away from the idea of being a doctor I wanted to be a poet. I was fascinated by Shel Siverstein’s poetry and started writing many of my own. By the end of the 4th grade I had 5 notebooks filled with poems on the most random topics, all of them scrawled in my messy middle school handwriting (I could hardly read any of it now).

A year later I had to do a project in school in which we were supposed to write a 10 chapter story. Each chapter had a mission to accomplish. For ex. chapter one would be to introduce the character and the conflict. We had a months time to have the book completed, and typed. Within that month my mind wondered a lot farther than it ever had before, and with every word I wrote I felt the happiest I’ve ever been in my life. I always loved reading books, but actually writing them was an entirely different feeling. I ended up writing more than the recommended chapters so when we all had to bring in our final copies mine was the longest.

That same day my teacher had called me to her desk while the others left for recess. I was scared. Our advanced English teacher was a little stingy and she only called people over to her desk when they were in trouble. She told me to stand beside her and I noticed that she was holding my story in her hands. A small tear escaped her eye and I was beginning to get a bit worried. She asked me if I really wrote it and I replied 'yes'. She told me how it was the best story she had ever read from this project. Then she said to me, “You're going to be an author some day”. The words she had told me were serious, and not at all told in a joking manner. I took me a long while to realize that she really meant it. I mean, I was in the 5th grade-my writing couldn't have been good enough to make a teacher cry, epecially one that hardly showed any emotion at all. It was then that I decided that I wanted to be a writer; that I loved the way it made me feel to see my made-up world come to life on the pages in my notebook.

So how did you decide that you wanted to be a writer?
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6 comments:

  1. Great post. I can't wait to read more.

    P.s. I thought of writing in passing a couple of times as a child, but seriously pursued other things. Now, I feel behind!

    beth-project52.blogspot.com

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  2. you're not going to believe--this is so similar to a post I've been holding. Tomorrow's a book review, but it's coming... I'd love to hear your thoughts.

    Me? Well, I've been writing since I was little, and I even have one of those memory books where it says "what will you be when you grow up" and I put "writer."

    still trying~ :o)

    Good stuff, hon! (And I'm just the opposite--waiting for school to start so I can *resume* WsiP!

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  3. @ Beth- I think the writer bug can bite you at any point during your lifetime. I know some writers who didn't start till their 70s.

    @LTM- I can't wait to read it! When I looked though my old journals under "what will I be when I grow up" I wrote Poet. In a way being a poet implies that you write so I wasn't really that off. :)

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  4. Great post! that's such a sweet story. Hope the rest of your summer vacation is productive!

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  5. @ Thanks Angie. Same to you! :)

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  6. In sixth grade I thought it would be cool to be a published author, so I started writing a book but gave up after half a page. In seventh grade I started developing depression. I wanted to be a teacher when I grew up, but started writing a story to help me deal with the sadness. The next year, my depression got even worse. I had already completed that first story at around 200 pages typed, single spaced, and I began working on a new one. I still wanted to be a teacher. In the ninth grade, I started writing a series and completed three 100 page stories (I sent the first manuscript to 13 agents, one of which responded with a request for a full manuscript but later rejected it) but gave up on the stories.
    Now I'm fifteen and a sophomore in high school. I'm working on a story that is almost a hundred pages single spaced now and is nowhere near being completed. I'm not sure when I started wanting to be a writer--maybe I don't want to b one--but writing makes me happy and that's what I'll do.
    Though, I'll admit, I don't want anyone to read it.

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