Monday, February 13, 2012
Where it all began...
As this is my inaugural post, I thought how fitting that it should be about the origin of my writing dream. It's a simple story really. And one that's probably been told hundreds (if not millions) of times before.
I was just an innocent child. I swear. Going about my daily life. Running track. Hanging out with friends. Oh yah...I was a cool kid. Yup. Then, my English teacher in 6th grade gave us this crazy assignment. Write a story that incorporates all 5 senses. Wait. What? Impossible! Can't be done! Oh the uproar of the class was deafening! Only a Weeeeek? Groan! But we have a track meet this weekend! I have a thing...Mrs. B! C'Mon!
The week went by, and I wrote. First it was just a silly little poem (gak) about who remembers what. But that didn't seem to feel right. Discard. Then it was something to do with making cakes. (I had a small cake thing in my youth where I made cakes for people and decorated them all fancy-schmancy) Then, I started writing this story about a fictional ritual. And all the things you experience with it. ie the five senses. It wasn't easy. I remember sound especially gave me fits. I must have rewritten that ending, man, half a dozen times.
But, something clicked. Something about the challenge of making the story work. Making the words flow. Making the reader see, feel, hear what I wanted them to. I suppose it's a bit god-like. But then, it's also the pure enjoyment of getting the story out there. Good or bad.
I still have that first story. I've used it countless times, re-edited the thing countless times. I turned it in for a college class and got an A.